Spain's Attitude Towabd the Cuban War Katherine Coman .... 295
The Dwaef of the Fourth Wakd . . Lucy Branch Allen, '97 . . 301
Jim Kempner Agatha Jean Sonna, '99 . . 308
The Friendship of Ann M. C. K. S., '99 . . . 314
" Good-by, Winter, Good-by ! " . . . S. C. U., '95 319
In the Spirit of the Law .... Anna E. Wolf son, '99 . . . 319
In Darky Land M.E.S.,'&1. . . . . 325
An Error S. C. U., '95 . . . . . 327
Correspondence Alice Welch Kellogg, '94 . . 327
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SPAIN'S ATTITUDE TOWARD THE CUBAN WAR.
The traveler who goes to Spain fortified by some knowledge of Spanish
bandits, the Carlist wars, and the Cuban atrocities reported by the Ameri-
can press, finds his distrust speedily disarmed by the genuine courtesy and
kindliness of the people. The Spaniard has a fashion of rendering the hum-
blest service with an assurance of mutual obligation that lifts the act out of
the servile plane. His pride is proverbial, but this national trait is some-
thing better than pride. It is rather self-respect. Beggars are not so
numerous in Spain as in Italy, and the beggar's whine is rarely heard.
The customary form of refusal when asked for alms is, " God will aid you,
brother." The suppliant receives your denial with an air of respectful sym-
pathy, sorry that you find yourself in such straitened circumstances. The
denizens of the large cities may be somewhat contaminated by tourists and
the influences of nineteenth century civilization ; but the peasants — and
296 THE WELLE SLEY MAGAZINE.
they make up the bulk of the nation — are a fine people. They are, of
course, desperately poor, ignorant, and superstitious. They are wholly
under the influence of the priests, and know nothing of the world beyond
the fields they till with unflagging energy ; but they are none the less alert
intellectually. A peasant's talk abounds in quaint proverbs and shrewd say-
ings, and his fund of stories is inexhaustible. The mule driver whiles away
the tedium of the dusty road by singing old songs of knightly adventure,
and in the evening he recites to the company gathered at the wayside venta
tales that originated in the long crusades of the Spaniards against the Moors.
It is a people fed on tradition. Their thought dwells in the glorious and
romantic past. They ignore or refuse to believe in the miserable present.
Spain to them has all her old-time power, — is still the first nation in Europe.
From such a people one would expect valor, and patriotism, and limitless
devotion to their country, but not political intelligence. The wisdom that
consists in a sense of proportion, that weighs advantages, and distinguishes
between the true and the false is developed by facing facts and accepting
unpalatable realities. That sturdy Anglo-Saxon virtue, common sense, is
notably lacking among Spaniards. They are easily beguiled into believing
a statement that suits their pride, even when they have abundant evidence
to the contrary. A prominent Madrid paper published last spring a pa-
triotic editorial in which true Spaniards were exhorted to maintain the tra-
ditional honor of the nation, and defend the integrity of the Spanish dominion
against the scheming Yankees. " Spain," concluded the editor, " has never
surrendered a foot of territory on which her hand has once been laid," con-
veniently ignoring, in his brilliant peroration, the South American states,
Mexico, Florida, and all that portion of our own country included between
Texas and California. The great majority of his readers doubtless swallowed
this statement without a qualm, even though they knew it to be untrue.
The official reports given last spring of the progress of the Cuban war were
curious reading. Spanish victories were reported almost daily, while the
accumulated losses of the enemy amounted to something near the total Cuban
force. A recent attempt of the Heraldo and the Impartial to tell the truth
in regard to General Weyler and the actual condition of the Peninsular
troops in Cuba was promptly quashed by the Government. The papers
were confiscated, and the printing offices closed. This arbitrary proceeding
THE WELLESLEY MAGAZINE. 297
occasioned no such protest in Madrid as would be raised at Rome, or Paris,
or Berlin, because the people are not desirous to know the truth. The
readiness of the average Spaniard to believe an assertion that finds response
in his emotions, although he may know that it is false, can only be accounted
for by the centuries of religious tyranny Spain has undergone. The Renais-
sance, with its demand for liberty of thought, reached, it is true, the land
beyond the Pyrenees ; but it was stamped out by Philip II. and the Inqui-
sition. The Church still enforces compliance with dogmas, respect for
superstitions, which no thinking man accepts intellectually.
It is not surprising, then, that Spain's Cuban policy is dictated by
pride and passion — by the feeling that the national honor is at stake — that
the first nation in Europe must not submit to be beaten by a body of half-
breed outlaws. Statesmen are more intelligent than the people as to the
real issues of the struggle and the chances of success, but they must defer
to the passionate pride of the nation. Political parties are divided, not as
to the prosecution of the war and the suppression of the rebellion, but as to
the character of the reforms to be accorded to Cuba and the time when con-
cessions may fitly be made. Canovas, the Prime Minister, and the ablest
statesman Spain possesses, has been wholly committed to the policy of "no
concessions till the rebels plead for mercy." In an address to his following,
just before the opening of the Cortes last May, he said : " We find ourselves
face to face with a war which is not for reform, not for self-government,
which has no political character, which is by no means liberal ; but which
is a war of separation, a war of strife against the mother country, in which
by far the greater number engaged desire, before and above everything, to
cease to be Spanish. Reform will not suffice to bring such a war to an end,
not even the liberal and sufficient reforms voted with so much enthusiasm
in the Cortes (February, 1895), and warmly supported by the Conserva-
tives. On the contrary, war broke out on the announcement of administra-
tive reforms, for the purpose of preventing their execution. What do the
Separatists desire? Not these or other reforms. They desire to be minis-
ters, generals of an independent nationality, chiefs of parties, dictators. It
is political passion that incites them. It is political power that attracts
them." Canovas declared his conviction that no permanent peace was possi-
ble for Cuba except in the domination of Spain. "If we should abandon
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the island the latent race antagonisms would break into flame. The
wretched country would be involved in endless civil war." Facts go far
to justify the assertion of the Prime Minister. One third the population
of Cuba is made up of negroes only twenty years emancipated from a
slavery far more degrading than that of our own South. Somewhat more
than half the population is Creole, and the remaining fifteen per cent, — the
wealthy and intelligent class, — Spanish. Seventy per cent of the popula-
tion is illiterate. Unprotected by the home government, the propertied
classes must rule by military dictatorship or be overwhelmed in a hideous
barbarism. The Canovas cabinet holds itself responsible for this Spanish
minority very much as the English Conservatives hold themselves bound to
maintain the rights of the English proprietors in Ireland.
In pursuance of this policy the Government has not hesitated to call
upon the nation for enormous sacrifices, and the people have contributed
with limitless devotion to the war which they believe essential to the main-
tenance of the national honor. The renewal of the privileges of the tobacco
monopoly was accepted without a murmur, although the tobacco monopoly
is generally recognized as a gigantic fraud. The company furnishes a very
poor grade of cigars at exorbitant prices, and its shares are worth three
times their face value. Its profitable prerogative was prolonged for twenty-
five years in consideration of an annual payment of $19,000,000. Neither
was the releasing of the Almaden quicksilver mines protested, although this
valuable property might well be worked by Spanish capital. Serious oppo-
sition was, however, raised against the Navigation Tax and the Railway
Subventions Bill. The latter measure proposed to extend the charter privi-
leges of the railways to 1980, withdrawing the previous limitations on
freight and passenger rates, in return for a loan of $200,000,000. The pop-
ular feeling against the bill was strong, but opposition in the Cortes ceased
with the outbreak of the Philippine insurrection. The new danger only im-
pelled to new and greater sacrifices, and resistance to the measure that gave
foreign capitalists unlimited control of internal traffic gave way before the
enthusiastic patriotism of the people. Patriotism was not the only motive for
compliance, however, so far as the politicians were concerned. The railway
companies cannily appoint a number of influential deputies to lucrative posts,
and thus secure a powerful representation of their interests in the Cortes.
THE WELLESLEY MAGAZINE. 299
It is disheartening to discover to how great an extent various moneyed
interests determine the Cuban policy of the government. There are not only
the grandees who, owning great estates in Cuba, deriving their principal
income therefrom, feel that their interests must be defended at any cost, and
the merchants who are not willing to forego their profitable monopoly of
Cuban trade; there are also the army contractors who, having secured
criminally advantageous contracts, desire the prolongation of the war that they
may batten the longer on the national treasury. There is, moreover, the
Transatlantic^, the Spanish steamship company, which is reaping a rich harvest
from the transportation of troops to Cuba. It has been the fashion of the
Spanish press to laud the strenuous efforts of Antonio Lopez to meet the
extraordinary emergency ; but the fares charged, $100 for each officer and
$30 for each private transported, abundantly cover the cost of this patriotic
achievement. The depressed stock of the company has risen to par since the
In pathetic contrast to the shifty compromises of politicians and the
ruinous greed of contractors, shows the self-sacrificing patriotism of the
people. When, in November last, the Government, unable to negotiate a
loan in Paris, Brussels, or London, appealed to the people, the amount asked
was subscribed twice over, and the subscriptions were paid in before the dates
set. A loan of $80,000,000 from the impoverished people of Spain represents
an incredible effort of patriotism, since the chances that the Spanish bonds
will be refunded are slender indeed. Examples of outright gifts to the
government are not infrequent. The merchants of Barcelona subscribed
$3,500,000 for the purchase of an ironclad, and other maritime cities have
been no less zealous in proportion to their means. The people are unanimous
in their determination to subdue the Cuban rebels if it costs the last man and
the last peseta. They are not daunted as the Avar expenses mount from
$6,000,000 to $10,000,000 per month. They have sent 200,000 men to Cuba
in the past two years, and the new levies are mere striplings commanded by
beardless officers. The order to Cuba is well-nigh equivalent to a death
sentence, so destructive are the fevei's of that tropic climate. One fourth the
force is said to be now incapacitated for service, and the mortality is 163 per
1,000. The drain on the resources of the country is frightful; but the
Spaniard scorns to count the cost, leaving such low considerations to a
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' ' nation of shopkeepers." The cost must be met sooner or later, nevertheless.
Spain is mortgaging her future. The mere interest charge on the existing
debt (at 5 per cent) amounts to two fifths of the normal revenue. The tariff
and the tonnage duties, the octroi and the advancing transportation charges
are slowly destroying the industries of the country. Indications are not
wanting that national bankruptcy is near at hand.
The project of Cuban reforms, submitted to the Cortes by the Queen
Eegent a month since, marks a radical change in the ministerial policy. The
Government now declares itself willing to accord to the Island a Council of
Administration, two thirds of whose members shall be elected by Cuban
citizens, the remaining members being certain Cuban dignitaries who are to
sit in the Assembly ex officio. In this body will be vested the right of hear-
ing appeals that may be made by the provincial assemblies against the
governor's veto, the right of levying all taxes, providing only that the
expenses of the civil and military administration of the island be met, and
the right of fixing the tariff rates, saving a discrimination of 20 per cent in
favor of Spanish imports. This discrimination would no more than offset the
extra cost of transportation incurred by Spanish as compared with American
goods. The scheme of reform further contains the stipulation that all officials
appointed to service in the island must be either Cubans or Spaniards who
can prove two years' residence. This article would remedy the grievance
most bitterly resented by the Cubans — an alien administration. The practical
autonomy that Canovas now offers to Cuba represents a far more liberal
colonial policy than that pursued by any government except Great Britain,
while her forty-eight representatives in the Cortes give Cuba a share in the
Home Government that not even Canada can boast.
The ministerial scheme is unpopular in Spain, since it seems, from that
point of view, to concede everything to the insurgents. But Canovas con-
trols an overwhelming majority in the Cortes, and his reform bill will hardly
fail to become law. In Cuba, however, the conciliatory proposals of the
Government are repudiated by the rebel leaders, who will be content with
nothing short of independence. Independence for Cuba would probably
mean a military despotism such as obtains in Mexico and in the so-called
republics of South America. Autonomy under the Spanish flag is likely
to result in a conservative administration of the government, not henceforth
THE WELLESLEY MAGAZINE. 301
in the interest of Spanish merchants and office-seekers, but with a view to
protecting the wealthy and intelligent minority of the population against
the ignorant and turbulent majority. Which administration would best
promote the happiness of Cuba ? Shall the American people attempt to
Katherine Com an.
[Editor's Note. — At the request of the author we would state that this article was
contributed most kindly at the last moment to fill an unlooked-for vacancy.]
THE DWAEF OF THE FOURTH WARD.
Shorty was her name. She had another — Miss McNulty — not hers
by right. She felt instinctively that people who used the more dignified
name did so in a conciliatory spirit, and hated them accordingly. So,
although the nickname was a sore reminder of her ugly figure, she encour-
aged its use among her friends and suffered it from mischievous street boys.
When she first came into the neighborhood, they coupled the name in
a rhyme with a reflection upon her uncleanly habits. When she appeared
in her doorway they would sing out, —
Dirtier' n forty."
But after she had made two effectively vindictive sallies upon them they
confined their chorus to an anthem-like repetition of the name alone.
Shorty's home was an old canal boat drawn ashore. It was almost
bare of furniture and far from clean. The morning-glories climbing grace-
fully up over the doorway may have been silent witnesses to that love for
the beautiful surviving in the lowest of us. The much more visible reason
for their blossoming just there, however, was the dusty bed of marigolds in
a neighboring yard. Shorty's democratic spirit demanded as much and as
good as any one in the neighborhood had.
Several other boat-houses like Shorty's were clustered irregularly
around the inlet of the lake near which the town was situated. A sur-
prising amount of touchiness had sprung up in the neighborhood over the
question whether they made better places of residence than the ordinary
302 THE WELLE8LEY MAGAZINE.
hovels. But when Shorty moved into a boat, pitched battles over the sub-
ject ceased; a unanimous verdict was given in favor of the boats, and hovel
dwellers took second place in the social scale. This was but one of
many evidences of Shorty's power. No street brawl or rude fun went on
without her. Her evil face and squat figure were the very centre around
which all that was bad in the neighborhood turned.
To the people living in the better portions of the town, Shorty had long
been an annoyance. It was due to their efforts, indeed, that she had at last
ceased sleeping in sheds and boxes about town. That she had chosen to
live in the fourth ward was natural enough. The only people who would
call her neighbor were there. Was it not desirable that she live where
she be subjected to few snubs? She never had endured them; she never
intended to. Her assertion, often repeated, " I'm's good's any buddy," had
begun to make an impression upon the people living on the hill, — as the
aristocratic part of the town was called.
Not that they agreed with Shorty's opinion of herself, but a certain
wicked strength in her character made them feel that it would not do to
consider her an annoyance merely.
So in various committee meetings held in beautiful libraries, at afternoon
teas amidst flowers, elegant costumes, and witty conversation, the question of
what should be done with Shorty and the fourth ward gained new significance.
The committee decided at last that the city ought to have a missionary.
The notion of a city missionary pleased Shorty mightily. She felt that
she herself was sufficient explanation for the new official. She saw absorb-
ing occupation in store for herself. At their first meeting, as the good
woman appointed by the city laid her hand on Shorty's stumpy arm and
asked, "Are you a Christian, my dear?" Shorty's stolid "Nop" covered a
quick reading of the ineffectual woman before her.
From that day Shorty assumed the role of general manager to the city
missionary. That gentle woman relied upon her for necessary information
about offenders in the ward, for bringing difficult "cases" to the prayer
meetings, for distributing medicines and tracts, and, in fact, for the greatest
variety of help. She herself was afraid of the people, — still more afraid of
Shorty. She did not even confess to her own conscience that many plans
for the ward were either altered or entirely abandoned at Shorty's scowling
THE WELLE SLET MAGAZINE. 303
suggestion, "We don't want that down 'ere." These alterations in plans
were reported as made, " because the original plans were incompatible with
the present facilities for work." And so they were, so far as the missionary
The first of the converts was no other than Shorty herself. To keep
her out of the way of temptation, she was allowed to drive for the missionary
in short trips about the city. For a time Shorty gloried in the novelty.
To show her appreciation of the honor, she talked incessantly of her relig-
ious experiences. To be sure, much that she said was unintelligible to the
missionary, but the good woman thought it wise to encourage Shorty in
these confused self-revelations. A very few days of this close companion-
ship, however, wore Shorty's patience threadbare. She was tired of re-
ligion, tired of the "old saint" who would talk nothing else. More than
all, she loathed the old beast they drove.
With Shorty, to long for freedom was to seize it. One evening when
she had been left to hold the horse, she jumped out and threw the reins to the
ground. Then she whipped the inoffensive horse until he wildly ran away,
for the first and only time in his peaceful life. Shorty's explanation of this
act was a surly growl to the effect that the devil had got her. The mischief
she continued to do seemed to verify these words.
The hill people began to realize that the work of the missionary was
futile. She was doing her best ; but so far she had worked purely from the
outside. She had not yet reached the people. They decided, therefore, on
new tactics. They would begin with the children, and through them, if
possible, gain a hold on the hardened fathers and mothers. So a mission
kindergarten was established and placed in the hands of a novice.
This girl had had the preparation which a cultured home affords, a happy
college life, and three years theoretical training with a kindergartner, — a
woman not of charts and schemes and systems entirely, but one who got
very near to kind old Frobel's heart. Rufina North, herself, was not a girl
who had the happiness of feeling a distinct call for the work. She was
driven by New England restlessness into doing something more than the
social circle of her home allowed. It was in no spirit of lofty heroism that
she came into the fourth ward. She only knew that the work would be
hard, and thought that she might like it.
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From the first, Shorty had looked forward eagerly to the new mission
school as a new field for her power. A few days before the opening of the
school, she was happily converted (for about the twentieth time), and suc-
ceeded in maintaining a decent behavior long enough to obtain the position
Shorty could do this work well enough. Her ambitious spirit, however,
was not content with that. She longed for the same terms of intimacy with
Miss North which she had enjoyed with the city missionary. Nor had she
any doubt that this end was attainable, if only she were politic enough.
But for once she failed to decide upon the correct line of action to gain her
point. She began one day telling Miss North about the uncertain ancestry
of Sophronia Sanders, one of the little mission girls. Miss North turned
with a look that checked even Shorty. "Do not concern yourself about
the children," she said. "If you do your work well, that is all that is
asked of you."
This was the first instance of downright resistance with which Shorty's
schemes had met. She had been humored and conciliated by inferiors,
equals, and superiors alike. Who was this little "upstart red-head "who
presumed to know more about "inlet brats" than she who had lived
among them? " I'll show 'er," she muttered, with a shake of her fist.
From that day Shorty began a systematic persecution of the kindergart-
ner. One day, it was music badly torn ; the next, the piano key lost ;
another, the cupboards containing kindergarten material disarranged.
These were all little enough things in themselves; some of them were even
amusing in their ingenuity. Yet, all taken together, they were a constant
menace to the school's well-being.
The city missionary was ' ' distressed beyond measure " to find that
Shorty could be so unkind. The trustees felt that it really would not do to
turn Shorty away from the only steady work she had ever attempted. They
added, by way of vague comfort, "It is such a satisfaction to think of her
under your judicious care, Miss North." Miss North did not know whether
to laugh or cry over their lion's share of satisfaction in the situation.
Three of the ladies from the hill swept into the mission one afternoon to
see if there was anything they could do for Miss North in the present diffi-
culty. They patted the children on their heads, suggested patience with
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Shorty, and swept out of the room, leaving a lingering odor of violets behind
them. They were truly and kindly interested, but they had not yet com-
prehended the spirit of " the settlement idea."
Shorty, conscious, no one knows how, that Miss North had appealed to
the trustees, became more vindictive than ever. She declared open war by
telling Miss North that if she cared to get out of town alive she would better
go while she could. That was the last thing Rufina North thought of doing.
Relinquish the hold she was slowly but surely gaining over the riotous, pain-
stricken lives in the fourth ward she would not.
People always wondered at first where the source of her power lay. A
vulgar inventory of her looks, — red hair, pale face, light eyes, short nose,
drooping mouth, — yielded such ordinary results as to assure them that her
power was not in outward appearance. Few, moreover, were quick enough
to catch a hint of strength in the nice harmony of face and characteristic atti-
tude. Both were too suggestive of weariness. But those who had once
talked with her never wondered again why the fourth ward seemed better
for her being there. Though they might still be unable to find the one epi-
thet for her, they knew that her low tones voiced a deathless energy, a
poised sweetness and strength that must be effectual anywhere.
Aside from the strong love aroused for her work, a keen desire was
growing in Rufina's heart to reach the untutored piece of humanity warring
against her with purely animal instincts. "Week after week passed by, each
marked by some new torment sprung from Shorty's fertile but perverted
brain. Though Rufina North grew paler and paler, she grew none the less
determined to see the matter through to the end. At times it seemed to her
that all these daily tortures must be illusions. A restful half hour in one of
the peaceful homes on the hill, or a walk up through the piney ravine which
cut the town in two, made the barbaric lives of the fourth ward people seem
impossible in this university town in the year 1895.
She needed these little outings sorely, for matters were growing serious.
Either Shorty or her accomplices followed her wherever she went. It was
a common occurrence for a tall woman, dressed in black, to step out from
some shadowy street corner at night, thrust her contorted face before Miss
North for a minute, and then, with an evil laugh, disappear into the
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One evening, as Miss North was returning from a short call, she found
this woman sitting upon the front steps. Just inside the gate crouched a
man. Although it was not late, the family had retired. She could not,
therefore, call upon them, had she desired to. Not knowing for a moment
what it were best to do, she returned to her friend's with the trifling excuse
of a book she had intended to borrow. This time, when she went back, the
intruders were gone. What was her dismay, however, to find that they had
been upstairs in her room. It was in utter confusion. Books were torn from
their covers ; ink was spilled ; letters were gone ; and, worst of all, a rare
miniature portrait of a doughty old Scotch ancestor had been taken from its
place in her cabinet.
Clearly, if things had come to this pass, something must be done. Her
landlady, good soul, would not only be dreadfully frightened were she to
know what had happened, but she would think her highly respectable board-
ing house disgraced to have been thus entered by the slums. " I know she
would not keep me another day," laughed Miss North, through her tears.
And still she hesitated to report Shorty to the police. She still felt that the
house of correction, or even prison bars, which might await her, were her
acts once legally investigated, were not the forces needful to direct Shorty's
character into right channels.
The next day, Shorty was on hand for her duties, grim, ugly, and
watchful. Miss North tried in vain to cover her anxiety and depression.
She was, at last, too deeply discouraged not to betray it. She felt that she
had overestimated her powers. She reproved herself in bitterness of spirit
for having presumed to work with human souls. She felt like scoffing at
the great sweep and reach of the altruistic tendencies of the day. "Raise
these people ! " she thought. " They are lead, and drag us down."
Such words were saying themselves over and over in her mind, as she
stood tying the blue strings of a sunbonnet under the rosy chin of the last
little mission maid. Sophronia always lingered a minute if she could. To-
night, however, she did not receive the loving pat on the cheek which so
often sent these mission babies home with blissful hearts. Her sweet,
" Good night, Miss North," got only a "Good night, Sophronia," in return.
Not even a look into the tender, wistful eyes. She waited a minute, and
then trudged reluctantly down the three wooden steps out into the hot
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street. Surely it was all wrong with Rufina North when she could let
Sophronia Sanders go like that.
She had been gone but a half hour when Shorty rushed violently into
the room. Seeing that there were no children there, she said with an oath,
" That Mrs. Springstein's baby's dead 'n she wants yer t' come quick."
Miss North hesitated perceptibly. Was it a trap of Shorty's ? Even if it
were not, could she, at the end of this overburdened day, bear an interview
in the Springstein home! Her hesitation lasted but a second. "I'll go,"
she said. "I'll go 'long," announced Shorty. Nothing more was said until
they reached the Springstein's. Such a home as it was !
In a corner of the one room Mrs. Springstein lay hopelessly drunk.
Her dead baby was on a wooden chair under an open window through which
the afternoon sun blazed. Two older children stood in the open doorway,
half curious, half frightened. Not a basin or towel could be found. Shorty
volunteered the information that " Miss Smith 'd have somethin' t' wash the
young'n with." After Miss North had begged a clean basin and a roll of
soft rags from this neighbor, she sent Shorty up town for clothes to a friend
whose heart would be tender at the thought of this dead, uncarcd for baby.
Then she took the cold little body on her lap and prepared it for burial. He
was beautiful now, whatever he might have grown to be. He looked so un-
wontedly lovely in the dainty garments Shorty brought back that his brother
and sister touched him with gentle awe. They had never before seen him
sweet and clean like this.
After Miss North had done all she could for him and the other children,
and had promised to come again to-morrow, she went out into the street with
aching brain and heart. Quick steps behind reminded her of Shorty whom
she had entirely forgotten in spite of the unusual services rendered that af-
ternoon. The dwarf came panting up, hurried on ahead, faced around, and
thrusting a package into Miss North's reluctant hand, began: "I didn't
read none o' yer old letters, 'n I didn't hurt yer old picture nuther, 'n I say
yer a good un not t' let on as who did it. Yer knovved I did it, didn't yer?
'n yer knowed when I did it, — that night as when my friends wuz a waitin'
outside. Yer game, yer are, 'n I ain't a goin' t' bother yer n'more." With
that she stumped quickly down a side sti'eet.
The victory was won, but the only flag that was hung out was the
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bright red one in Rufina North's cheeks. Sophronia ought to have been
there just to see the glorious light in those eyes.
At the end of the year, the city missionary, talking over the work with
Miss North, spoke, of course, of Shorty.
" I always felt convinced that Shorty's conversion was genuine," she said.
" Shorty has improved, no doubt," replied the kindergartner.
" She was so queer one had to have great patience with her pranks.
Do you not think time has shown the wisdom of my method with her? " the
city missionary questioned.
Rufina smiled an inscrutable acquiescence.
Lucy Branch Allen, '97.
The news of Mr. McKinley's election to the presidency of the United
States struck upon the reluctant ears of many a silver mining-camp in the
far West with a startling, unbelievable clang. Confidence in the certain
success of silver was as strong in these remote districts as was the opposite
conviction in the East and more enlightened portions of the West. During
the summer and early fall of 1896, professional "stump speakers" found
among these isolated handfuls of men willing and credulous listeners to
their extravagant assertions. Their speeches consisted mainly of sweeping
statements regarding the corruptness of the opposite party, of the real
strength and virtue in their own side, and of the unmeasured prosperity that
would immediately come to them upon Mr. Bryan's election. The fiery
rhetoric of the politicians was taken in absolute good faith and trustfulness
by these eager breadwinners toiling in the silver mines. To them the battle
seemed as good as won and their fortunes a near reality.
Perhaps nowhere had the feeling of assured success for the cause of sil-
ver grown stronger than in the straggling little mining camp, Placerville,
snug in the heart of the Owyhee range of mountains, which mark the south-
ern boundary of Idaho.
On the afternoon of the third of November, two men stood talking just
inside the mess-room door.
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"It's all right, of course, Jim," one of them was saying. "You know,
and I know, that silver's bound to win. Just the same, I calculate to hold
on to my money till you come back to-night. And then while the other
fellers are shoutin' 'Hooray, Bryan,' you and I'll make that deal, and no
" I'm not say in', Al, that you can't spend your own money when an'
how you please. I'm not dictatin' as to how you shell lay it out. I'm wil-
lin' enough to wait a day fer you, though it ain't the first I've spent that
way. Gittin' anxious, I am, to clear out of here."
He opened the door as he spoke and, mail bag in hand, swung out with
an awkward, shambling gait to where his mules were hitched to a pine tree
near the loo- cabin. He threw the mail baa; into the sleigh, climbed in heav-
ily after it, and called out a hearty "Gee up thar" to his mules. As he
turned from the narrow road of the oulch into the broad road of the canon
that leads to Idaho City, he began to talk musingly to himself.
" I s'pose I ain't jest what the fellers 'd call smart to go an' sell out this
way, the minute I might begin to make something out o' workin' my mine.
But I don't keer. They've laughed and jollied me about sellin' my mine jest
long enough. An' now that I've got a chance to sell it, I ain't goin' to back
out jest cause I ain't gittin' much fer it. I've stayed here makin' nothin' and
takin' their joshin', till I'm plum sick o' the job, and now I'm goin' to throw
it up, smart or not."
James Kempner had never been called "smart" by any of the " fellers."
He had not the briskness of manner, the quickness of mind, and the keen
business ability which that word implies in Western usage. He was slow of
speech, slow of movement, and slow of thought. He had never been suc-
cessful as a miner. His efforts to work his mine had not been profitable, and
he had left it for placer-mining in the streams, where he was again less fortu-
nate than his comrades. He had drifted into the changeful society of Placer-
ville, when that camp was first named, with seemingly little more of purpose
in his coming than the pine-needle in its falling from the tree. As the years
went by, Kempner came to be regarded as the only unvarying feature of the
place. Everything else underwent change. New prospectors, rich in hope
and poor in purse, came to take the places of those that had gone to other
camps in their restless, discouraged search for wealth. The face of the gulch
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itself altered. The sides of the mountains were seamed and gashed and hol-
lowed by the water from the hydraulic machines of the more ambitious
placer-miners. The tall pines that at first stood thickly on the slopes and
tops of the mountains that encircle the camp were replaced by charred or
axe-hewn stumps. The gulch streams cut out new beds for themselves as
the spring freshets swelled their roaring volume. But amidst all this change-
fulness and restlessness, James Kempner lived a serene and monotonous
He spent the short-lived summer placer-mining in the creek that rushed
down the centre of the gulch. When the noisy stream lay hushed in a
frozen calm, he constituted himself stage-driver between Placerville and
Idaho City, a flourishing town some miles distant on the road to Boise.
There were few letters and fewer passengers. Yet the arrival of the stage
at dusk each evening was an event of interest to the camp. It was the one
link that bound them to the great outside world. Although the duties of
stage-driver were not always passively pleasant, and sometimes in a hard
winter were even actively uncomfortable, Kempner enjoyed the position.
He liked the way the men gathered about him after supper to hear all that
he had to tell them of what was going on. His pleasure in the telling was so
great that he always spoke at such times with even more than his usual delib-
eration. The miners grew impatient with his slow speech sometimes, but
they liked him, nevertheless, because of his genuine goodness, and becaiise
he was so good-natured when they joked with him.
Their joke was always on one subject and had become the standing jest
of the camp. It was about Kempner's " prospects." Their delight in what
they held a witty bit of sarcasm was so keen that they never wearied of re-
peating it. "Well, Jim," they would say with unfailing enjoyment as he
appeared each noon in the mess-room door, " you panned out a big lot to-day,
I s'pose." Or perhaps, " I hear some Boise chap wants your mine for a hun-
dred thousand and you won't let it go so low, eh?" Then there was always
a laugh, and Jim would answer in unvarying good-humor, " Well, maybe so,
Their appetite for the jest was unexpectedly whetted early in the summer
of '96. A purchaser actually appeared. For a day or two Kempner had the
laugh on his side. But the intending buyer was a cautious, close-handed
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man, and loth to part with his money. He deferred the actual transference
of the property from day to day, always inventing some new excuse for delay.
As the months went on and still the deal had not been made, the miners took
up their good-natured taunting again, in new form. They asked Kempner
when he was going to take a pleasure trip with his money. They plead with
him not to make so hasty a move, but to consider carefully before he sold
his valuable mine to this impatient buyer.
Kempner took it all with good grace. He even showed himself apprecia-
tive enough of the humorous side of his situation to jest about it. He would
tell them in graphic detail where he was going on his journey, what sights
he would take in, and what treasures he would buy. But, in spite of the
joking, his belief in the sincerity of his purchaser never failed. The plans
he made at first in fun, became real projects. The thoughts of his trip were
constantly in his mind. He grew eager and restless for the pleasures he had
pictured to himself. The alluring vision held him always, and he could not
but grow impatient under the delay in the realization of his dreams. Only
that morning, he asked Garret if he was not almost ready to make the deal.
Garret's declaration that the sale rested on the election of Bryan had not
filled him with foreboding. Such a contingency did not rouse his anxiety as
to a possible outcome of the election. Everybody — and by everybody he
meant the stump speakers — had said that silver was to win, and, of course,
that settled it. As he drove alone; he was jubilant over the thought that
there would be no more waiting. This was the last time he would £0 to
Idaho City as the stage driver. To-morrow, one of the other men would
have to bring him down as a passenger, and he would take the stage the next
morning for Boise, the nearest railroad town. In pure joy he broke out now
and again in fragments of song. The loud, cheery sound struck strangely
upon the deep quiet of the woods.
When he went into the post office at Idaho City, he saw that the place
was filled with eager groups of men, talking excitedly.
"Well," he said, laying a genial hand on the shoulder of the man
nearest the door, " well, it's 'Hooray for Bryan,' I s'pose, pard."
"That's what it ain't," growled half a dozen voices. "Not this time."
" What's up?" demanded Kempner.
"Ruin's up, that's what's up," broke forth one of the men. "Bryan's
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beat, and you and me, and all the rest of the fellers air goin' to starve.
That's what's up, I tell you."
Kempner's slow mind refused to take in what was said.
" What's that you're sayin'?" he stammered dazedly.
"Why, jest this. McKinley's won. Can you take that in, man?"
The facts struggled slowly into Kempner's consciousness.
He moved silently to the post office window. "No letters or papers,"
the man told him. He took his empty mail bag and went out to his sleigh.
"Seems struck dumb," observed a bystander as he watched Kempuer
" O, Jim's not quick," returned another. " Probably won't know till
some time next month who's been elected." There was a general laugh.
Kempner heard both the remark and the laugh. " Guess I do know
pretty well, though," he said to himself.
"McKinley's won." The words seemed burned into his brain. He
said them over and over to himself as if their sound held some strange fasci-
nation. They brought one thought to his mind. The mine could not be
sold. His money, his trip, his pleasure were gone. The fortune which,
in imagination, he had already owned and spent with the lavishness and
enjoyment of unpracticed possession, melted before this news like the snow
and ice under the warm breath of the soft chinook.
"Can't go nowhere, can't see nothing. Work, work, that's all there is
fer me. Won't the fellers laugh at me now, though. Gosh ! It seems
like I couldn't stand it to tell 'em, and have 'em pokin' fun at me. They'll
never git through joshin' me." He relapsed into a silence that lasted some
minutes. The early darkness was already falling. One by one the shadows
of the trees slipped and melted into the one great shadow that enfolded the
canon. Suddenly Kempner's fingers tightened around the reins. He roused
himself and sat up straight and strong. His eye shone with excitement,
and his breath came hard. His despondency and fretfulness were gone.
"That's what I'll do. I'll tell them Bryan's been elected. There
won't a soul know for at least a day. And after I once sell that mine there
ain't no power on earth can make me buy it back again."
He spoke quite aloud and fast as if he were afraid of interruption or
contradiction. " I'll come down as usual for the mail to-morrow T , and when
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I get to Idaho City I'll send the team back by Mike Flannigan. Then
Hooray fer Boise, and a good time."
He was full of savage joy. He laughed aloud and slapped his knee
jovially. In his excitement the mules seemed fairly to crawl. He stood up
and beat them energetically on the back with the reins. His exultation
grew with each moment. He sang boisterously, and swayed back and
forth in time to the music. His stock of funny songs ran low, and
he began on more serious pieces, fitting their words to a wild, impetuous
When he had sung them all until he was hoarse, he began to talk to
himself again. "I'll go off without sayin' a word to anybody. They kin
find somebody else to laugh at now, and make fun of the whole time. They
kin find some other feller to come down here every day and git their news
fer them. I'll show 'em if I'm so slow as they think. See if I'm not smart
after all — that's what they'll see. An' there's Garret ! won't he be paid,
though, fer keepin' me danglin' around after him all this time, always makin'
excuses, and never puttin' down any money."
His voice sank into silence. As he drove along through the quiet
woods something of its stillness stole over his spirit. His fierce exultation
gave place to a thoughtful calm. In this new peace he began to think of
others, and of the effect the step he was meditating would have upon them.
The thought of Garret urged itself repeatedly. "Pshaw! "he muttered
uneasily, " what's the harm." A silence.
"It ain't just straight, though, — that's a fact. Same as if I took his
money sneakin' like, same as any thief."
The burning heat that had filled him a few moments ago was gone. He
felt himself growing suddenly cold. He wrapped himself more closely in
his fur robe and buried his face deeper in his collar.
"Guess I wasn't made for nothin' but to drudge along up here same as
I've always done. If I ain't smart enough to git that money honest, I ain't
smart enough to keep it, neither. Garret ain't that way. He knows how
to hold on to his money."
He smiled grimly at his own humor.
"Guess they're all about right sayin' I ain't over quick. But if I ain't
quick, I am straight. There ain't one of 'em can ever say I done a crooked
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thing before now. Somehow it don't come easy now to ti'eat a man
He was silent. .He pictured to himself the camp after he was gone.
He saw the miners in their rough flannel shirts, gathered in hearty good-
fellowship about the mess-room table or the huge fireplace.
"Like as not, after I'm gone, somebody'H come up from Banner or
Centerville an' ask, ' Why, where's Jim Kempner.' An' then Tom or Jack,
or one of the others '11 up an' say: 'Kempner? Oh, he cleared out with
another feller's money. Ask Garret where Kempner is. I guess he can
tell you.' An' then sorabody'll say: 'Well, I alius thought Jim wasn't
extra smart, but I alius thought he was straight. Hadn't no idea he'd serve
a man like he did Garret.' Seems like I couldn't stand that. I'd sort o'
take the taste out o' all my fun if I was to think of them fellers talkin' about
me like, that."
The mules began suddenly to quicken their pace. Kempner looked out
from the shelter of his wide collar. They were just turning from the canon
into the Placerville gulch. In another moment they would be at the mess-
room door. His breath came quickly. He sat up firmly against the back
of the seat and braced his feet against the dashboard.
" There ain't no use. I can't do it. There's only one thing I know
how to do an' that's to act straight an' square, an' I guess I'd better stick
to the business I know."
"Hello, Jim," called out the miners from the mess-room door. " Why
ain't yer shoutin' ' Hooray fer victory?'"
" Wal, boys," answered Kempner, " I allow I'll wait a spell."
Agatha Jean Sonna, '99.
THE FRIENDSHIP OF ANN.
A pink film of clouds was in the western sky. The wind had dropped.
In the garden the sweet peas were as motionless as the tiger lilies or the
close box hedges. Only in the rose corner, where a white dress showed, was
there a stir. There Joanna, snipping and trimming the thrifty old rosebushes,
could hear now and ao-ain the murmur of her mother's voice. Mrs. Chil-
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ders was talking on the back porch with an old friend of the family, Miss
Gilpin. The white of her apron flashed as she rocked steadily to and fro.
" The squire was mighty set in his opinions, — brave but obstinate. And
his wife had a proper spirit of her own," — the talk sank into a murmur.
Then — "But young Travers is a fine lad." Joanna raised her head at this,
and a little smile curved her lips as she shook the crimson petals from a
rose. Old-fashioned single roses they were, with great golden hearts.
" They were made for ladies' lips to kiss," thought Joanna ; and she pressed
them with her own.
The film of cloud had separated into pink patches which went drifting
across blue stretches of sky, when down the road came the steady clamp of
a horse's foot. Joanna shivered a little nervous shiver, and her dark eyes
opened a little wider; yet she looked up quietty, with hands hard pressed
against the rose stems, at the figure on the gray horse. A moment later,
as she walked slowly down the path to the house, she heard her mother say,
"There, now; I believe the biscuits are done at last;" and then call,
" Joan ! supper."
When Joanna went in she found the table set near the southern windows
of the kitchen, and her mother and Miss Gilpin already seated. Her mother
was pouring the tea in the best cups with the gold bands. As Joanna entered,
Miss Gilpin looked up in her earnest, startled way. "Dear me, child," she
said, " how tall you grow ! You seem almost like a young lady."
"Joan would have her white dress long, and she persists in wearing her
hair combed straight back," said Mrs. Childers in her soft, drowsy voice.
She was rather a stout woman, with a delicate, soft skin. She would have
had essentially a comfortable, even a drowsy presence, had it not been for the
observant look of her dark eyes. Her voice, too, would unexpectedly break
its crooning monotone with a sharp quaver. "But then," she went on, "as
Joan says, she is almost sixteen."
" Almost sixteen," murmured Miss Gilpin. She dropped the sugar into
her tea with the thin, old tongs, all the while gazing reflectively at Joanna.
"The Childers' eyes and mouth," she observed.
Mrs. Childers nodded assent. Joan dropped quickly into her chair.
The two women talked on from strawberry jam to their neighbors.
" Squire Travers has a snug little property," said Miss Gilpin ; "and Jack
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is his only child. Jack seems to be always riding up the hill to Judge
Edwards's nowadays ; they say, to see Nancy Edwards."
"Nancy used to be in Joan's Sunday-school class; didn't she, Joan?"
asked her mother.
Joan said, briefly, "Yes; before she went away to school."
The women rose from the table and went out to the porch. Joan sat at
the table a while, fingering her teaspoon, — a frown between her brows.
Finally she stood up, and began to clear the table. The summer dusk
deepened in the long room as she carried the dishes from table to closet.
Joan clattered the knives resentfully ; she set down the dishes in a way that
was kept from being passionate only by an instinctive housewifely care.
"Why wasn't she a judge's daughter?" Then she blushed in the gloom at
her disloyalty to her father. " At any rate, if only she were a pretty young
lady of nineteen, with blue ribbons in her hair, like Miss Nancy !"
"Joan, won't you need a candle?" her mother called through the open
Joan cleared her throat. "No'm, it's all right. Everything's done."
She went and stood by the screen door, wiping her eyes with the back
of her hand. She could hear her mother crooning her words : "Yes; the
air is sweet to-night ; and the sweetest roses of all are the old-timeyred ones.
Joan takes care of those, and she never picks one. . . . Yes ; Joan has freaks."
"Her Aunt Jane Childers, too, was full of notions," came in Miss
Gilpin's staccato tones. "I remember once when she "
Joan slammed the door, and went and sat down on the lowest step of the
porch. The wind came in little puffs, bringing the smell of roses nearer, just
stirring the short locks of hair about her forehead. She was growing happy
and dreamy when the gate clicked, and Ann Jason came up the path. Joan
looked around without much of welcome or animation. "Hello, Ann," she
said, and pulled her skirt away from the step. "Ann was nice enough, but
why should she be always coming to see her?" was her thought.
Ann sank down beside her, and began gayly : "My fingers are all
stained," holding them up close to Joan's face. "I've been helping mother
do up strawberries. Isn't it fun to pickle and preserve? The children would
hang around the kitchen and tease for a taste. Elsie put her finger in the
preserves and burned it. Oh," she ended with a laugh, " we all got excited."
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Soon she burst out again. "Do you see Jack Travers go by almost
every day ? I love to watch him on the gray. Isn't he good-looking, though ! "
Joan could hardly control herself. "I don't see what you care about
Jack Travers' looks," she said. "I don't think it's very nice for you to talk
that way. And you're only sixteen."
Ann looked at her curiously ; she looked as if she were about to give
vent to a long whistle of astonishment. Instead, she jumped briskly up.
"I must go home," she said ; "I came over just for a moment. It's time to
put Charlie to bed. Good-night."
Joan went and stood beside her mother's chair. "I'm tired ; I guess I'll
go to bed. Good-night, Miss Gilpin."
Her mother patted her hand gently. " Good-night, Joan," she said.
The next morning Joan was dusting the sitting room, when she saw
Miss Nancy Edwards come down the street and up the path. Joan long
remembered how pretty Nancy looked in her dimity with the blue ribbons.
She and Joan went into the prim little parlor. " We young people of the
town," she said, "are going to have tea at my house to-night. You know
most of them, don't you, — Jack Travers, Mary Weston, Bessie James, and
the rest? I've come to ask you to complete the party."
Joan flushed with excitement : it would be delightful — tea, and games
afterwards, of course. To be sure, she felt a little sorry for poor Ann, who
wasn't invited. Her lips were parted to say how pleased she would be to
go, when of a sudden a whim took possession of her. Even at the time
she thought " the Childers' notions " again.
"I can't come," she said, abruptly. "I'm sorry, but I can't. Per-
haps Ann Jason might fill my place."
Miss Nancy flushed a little. "I'm sorry you can't come, Joan," she
said. Shortly she took her departure. Joan watched her go down the
path, across the street to the Jasons' house. Joan went on with her dust-
ing miserably ; the rest of the day she baked custard and fried doughnuts ;
she arranged all her bureau drawers.
After tea she started down the road to the cobbler's for her shoes.
There had been a shower late in the afternoon ; the bushes and plants were
still dripping with raindrops. Joan thought enviously of Ann at the tea
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at the Edwards's ; but she enjoyed the sweet, warm smell that comes after
a rain. She had stooped to watch a toad hopping into the underbrush.
Conscious that some one was approaching, she started up to find herself
face to face with Ann.
"Why, Ann," she cried, in a startled tone. "Why aren't you at the
Edwards's? I thought you were going there to tea."
" Well, I didn't go," said Ann, lightly.
"But why not?"
" I thought I wouldn't."
" Why? Why didn't you go — honestly?"
Ann looked embarrassed. She swung her sunbonnet to and fro. Finally,
looking frankly at Joan, she said: "I didn't go because I thought, from
what you said last night, that you would like me to go. I didn't care
anything about going, anyway." The sunbonnet was swinging again.
Joan stood very quiet. Then, in a high-pitched, monotonous tone,
she answered : " You needn't have minded me. I didn't care if you went."
After a moment, she added: "Going home now?" Ann nodded. Joan
turned and they walked back together.
As Joan reached her gate she began to laugh.
o o o
" What is it?" asked Ann.
"Oh! my shoes are still at the cobbler's. I was going after them
when I met you, — and forgot them."
Ann laughed, too. " What will your mother say?"
The sound of their girlish laughter came soft on the moist evening
air. Joan's mother smiled over her mending at the sound.
" Good-night, Ann."
The evening after that of the Edwards's tea, Joan was picking her red
roses. She saw a figure canter past, and had a glimpse of a blue ribbon
in the hat — a color never there before. Somewhat to her own surprise,
she went on choosing her most perfect flowers quite unmoved. She even
found herself half humming, half singing, "Jerusalem, the Golden." With
her fragrant crimson armful she picked her way across the dusty road.
Tom Jason, with his chum, was sitting on the fence drumming with his
heels as he whistled the " Irish Washerwoman." As Joan went up the
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path of the Juson's yard to the gay tune, she saw Ann playing tag with
her little sisters. She came, flushed and panting, to meet Joan, — her smallest
sister at her heels.
Joan held out her roses. " I brought you these," she said. " I thought
you might like them."
M. C. K. S., '99.
" GOOD-BY, WINTEE, GOOD-BY ! "
From out the thicket a bird-voice rang,
" Good-by, Winter,
Good-by, good-by! "
So hopeful and clear was the song it sang
That the low grass fluttered its few green spears,
And the budding maple forgot its fears,
And the timid wind breathed a low reply,
" Good-by, Winter,
S. C. U., '95.
IN THE SPIRIT OF THE LAW.
The sexton's name was Carl Mendel. He lived with his wife in a
little three-roomed cottage back of the synagogue, the little gray cottage
which the grading of the street had left with some three feet of founda-
tion wall exposed. It was a curious neighborhood. It had within itself a
gentle incongruity, that of a city stamped, as it were, with the rural, grow-
ing up in a newness that sniffs of clovers and yellow daisies, and pump-
kins between the rows of harvest corn. Grass grew in the hollow across
from the synagogue, and a sagging, Avooden rail dragged its slim posts
over toward the weeds and the weatherworn negro shanty. There were
rows of brick houses down the block-paved side street, basement window-
sills tilled with geraniums, and a tiny butcher shop, shaded by a worthy
oak, with shops and cable cars in the distance.
Mendel had slipped easily into his little home, and his share of the
neighborhood life. He liked to see it all, its shade and shabbincss, its
noisy sunshine. Still, though tw r o sets of his windows commanded some
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large range of vision, those that looked onto the back wall of the syna-
gogue were by no means the least well patronized. It was as though Men-
del and his wife could see through the red brick wall, the interior, out
through the vestibule, the doors, and down the wide stone stairs. For,
would he not go to the kitchen window, and say, as if it were a conclu-
sion following on the heels of a careful investigation, "The stairs of the
organ-loft must be mopped to-day"? Mendel and his wife were Ger-
mans, good, simple, Jewish people of native sense, and a bit of fine mys-
tical fibre essential to religiosity. But brick walls are brick walls, and
second sight is only an odd habit, combined with memory of the dust in
the path of yesterday's sun on the stairs.
So this Friday morning Mendel's wife scoured the knives, and Mendel
sat smoking at the east window in the kitchen. He had a long-stemmed,
full-bowled cherry pipe, with a carved wreath winding from stem to black-
ened edge. Mendel's hair was red, his suit was dull brown, and his negligee
shirt, a faded stripe. He was waiting on a background of household duties
done for this morning, with a charming disregard of a few minutes wasted
at the right time. His calling brought this prerogative. They spoke in
" Was there not something special to be done to-day? " said Mrs. Mendel,
flinging a knife with a clatter into the dish pan.
Fortunately for Mendel, he had only to turn his head to see the wall.
"There are all the gas fixtures to be cleaned. Before supper I shall
dust as usual."
"You will need plenty of time for the brass. Is the pipe almost
smoked out? These sunny days it puffs slowly, it seems to me."
" No need for hurry," protested Mendel. " You can come help, if the
work proves too much."
This, it must be understood, was a family joke, Mrs. Mendel's aid
being a thing always used as backing and never called for.
But Mendel rose to go within a few minutes, knocked the ashes of his
pipe into the coal-scuttle, and was off with cloths and brushes out the front
door, which faced the green terrace and the red house across the way. He
paused only a moment to draw in a cool, April breath, then turned to the
right and walked to the farther side door of the synagogue. It unlocked
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readily, and let the sexton into the little entry, with its vestry door and
staircase running up into the vestibule of the temple. Mendel walked back
through the Sunday school rooms, opening windows to freshen the still,
chilly atmosphere. At the extreme end was another hallway. A narrow
stairway was boxed onto the wall here, the very back wall at which Mendel
had been looking a short while before. He opened the little door of the
stairway passage, and went up to a tiny room with a few chairs and a small
stained window. Before the door hung a curtain, a soft, deep red stuff, that
yielded lightly to the roughened hand that pushed it aside. Mendel stood
on the pulpit platform now.
The organ pipes and the carved wood of the loft were away at the front
of the building. Sunk somewhat below was a rounded gallery. Under the
whole, and reaching to within a few yards of the pulpit, was the body of
the seats, brown like the gallery and the panels and beams of the ceiling.
The walls were frescoed, toned gently in simplest conventional designs, with
long windows, all color, set deep their whole length. The light was not yet
strong at this hour of the day. Above Mendel's head the ceiling was shaped
like a shell, corrugated, of a pale blue.
At either side of the pulpit was a tall lamp, with its seven candlesticks,
and back of the pulpit, almost against the wall, stood the shrine, a high,
carved wood case that filled the entire space of wall. Its sliding doors
were closed now. Back of them was kept the scroll of the law, and before
the shrine hung a square lamp ; on it was graven the star of David. The
flame jet within was fed by gas. This was the perpetual light which had
been burning since the dedication of the temple, and should burn on until
the synagogue should be no more the sanctuary. It is one of the old sym-
bols that is still beautiful in the eyes of the modern Jew. It has a fragrant
past and serves the present. For Mendel, to-day, it was part of his dut}'.
The great chandeliers that hung from the ceiling had all to be reached,
dusted, polished. And the side-lights must be made bright, their globes
washed. The morning wore on rapidly, while he moved his great ladder
and rubbed and washed. As he finished the smaller fixtures, he tried the
flame of each, li^htins: it and turning; it off as soon as he was assured of its
working order. It was high noon when he finished the lamps of the altar.
The light before the ark was pale. Mendel unscrewed the square glass cas-
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ing and washed it, wiping it and scrutinizing it carefully. Then it was put
safely back. The light shining dimly discovered no streak on the glass.
Mendel threw the chamois skin and linens over his shoulder and looked at
his watch. It was twenty minutes past twelve. He put his arm up and
turned the gas off. Then stepping down, he picked up his stool, picked up
the pail and the water-ringed newspaper. The red curtain fell back silently
behind him as he went out.
In the evening there was regular service. Mendel could not but watch
with satisfaction the clean brightness of the lights. They made him half
forgetful of the ritual. But he could not long forget where he was. The
voice of the Rabbi drew him. It was a good voice, that could swell to a
thundering earnestness without lapsing into the grotesque, and it Avas an
honest voice. It searched, yet kindly, into the secrets of your soul, and
laid them bare, but only to yourself. And it bore words, so strong, so
clear. If you could have ceased to think of what they meant, you would
have loved them for their strength, their clearness. Mendel had known the
Rabbi only the six years of his ministry, but those years had given him a
sense of breadth, and put a great affection into his heart. The Rabbi was
not tall, and he was rather thin. He was wont to stand quietly at his pulpit
while he made plain the thought he read out of his text. Then he would
grow restless and change his position, and let his thought move him so that
it might move his people.
To-night Mendel felt singularly at peace with himself. The lights shone
at their clearest. He was drawn away from them to listen. He was an op-
timist. No wonder, for, after all, life had treated him kindly for the most
part. Out of the sermon he seemed to grow into a peace more high. It left
him in an exultant glow of thought at the end. He had come into this plas-
ticity slowly. Often the English of the Rabbi was in its final interpretation
beyond Mendel's knowledge, the words refused to join their ideas. But he
had learned to understand, and more, to supply the phrase that escaped him
from the context that he followed. He heard more than mauy of the con-
gregation were able to dream of in the sermons of the Rabbi.
The benediction had been softly spoken, and Mendel went down stairs
to get his long pole with which to turn out the lights. The Rabbi stood
with his wife and a few lingerers in the front of the left aisle. He was clear-
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ing a point in the discourse to a doubtful friend. The group moved slowly
up the aisle as Mendel turned out flame after flame with a click.
"I grant the intrinsic power of formalism," said the Rabbi. " Surely
you could not mistake my position on that point. But Elijah failed to real-
ize " He stopped to hold a leaf of the door open for his wife. Mendel
was left alone standing near the altar with an eerie, dimly colored moonlight
all about him. There was something strange about the space before him.
He shook off the impression, and thought of his little home beyond the wall.
He knew his wife had gone on to make it cheerier for his coming. Still he
did not turn around. There was something strange in the appearance of the
sanctuary. Then his knees seemed to give way and a sickening throb rose
to his throat. The lamp of the sanctuary — the perpetual light — there was
no mistaking what his eyes saw, was out.
It took but a second for him to struggle out of the mystery. He re-
membered. He had turned it out himself this morning. An aoje of numbed
thought passed over him. He remembered his happiness this evening, and
the agony of discovery as though it were of the dead, long ago. He was all
mediaeval in his still despair. The light was burning no longer. It burned
no longer. And it had lighted the shrine. The shrine held the perfect
thought of righteousness, the righteousness of God.
" And he lighted the lamps before the Lord," murmured Mendel.
He did not tell his w r ife of the catastrophe. He had to think further of
it, and see whether he held any key to the situation before he could call in
any aid. He lay awake for hours, thinking now, with his thought all shad-
owed by his traditions and his vision confused by his ancestry. Why should
he not light the lamp again early in the morning? No one had even seen
that it was out, and no one need be disturbed over this dumb mockery. But
that was impossible. " And he lighted the lamps before the Lord." It was
a sacrilege, a profanation, that the light was out. And that he should dare
to light it again was a dark thought. And he would not deceive himself;
it could never be right to deceive others. No one knew save Him to whose
glory the light had burned. Right and wrong ! Mendel could not see
through it and could not pray until he saw. God forgives, but sin is sin.
And so it went on, a bewildered wandering with every turn in the path
obscured in mist and fog. The light should be burning and was not burning.
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That a thing should be, and yet not be. It was clear that something was
out of order. And so he carried it over into a troubled dream.
He told his wife in the morning, and she shook her head in bewildered
" I do not know. What you say is so. And still But there is no
need to take it so sadly. Leave the thing as it is. Tell the Rabbi. He
But the Rabbi came too late for Mendel to see him, and after the service
there was no time to speak with him. So Mendel went in the afternoon,
down the street into the busy city and across its belt of noise and hurry into
the quieter, quainter part where the trees were tipped with the faintest green
now. Here there were old houses that stood back from the street. The
Rabbi lived in one of these. There was a brick walk and a few low steps.
Mendel had to wait in the great hall for a few minutes. Then the maid
asked him to go up to the Rabbi's study. The room was in the front of the
house, a large, square room with light from the east and south. Dark book-
shelves ran high up the north wall, and lower around the west. There were
a few beautiful things, pictures and flowers, but the room was rather sombre.
The Rabbi sat in a revolving chair back of his great desk. His eyes and
hair were dark, and his face looked pale against the rows of books behind
him. Mendel greeted him simply and told his trouble briefly. He forced it
into a few words, and the Rabbi w r as slow to see the difficulty that was in the
mind of the man before him. But when he had gotten at it by a few ques-
tions, he half smiled. It was to him so simple. He was two generations
beyond Mendel in his modernness, and so he could smile, though with un-
derstanding and no lack of sympathy.
He stretched out his slippered feet, and leaned his head back. " It is
no tragedy, Mendel," he said, with a note of assurance that put away all
doubt. The Rabbi was a teacher, and he loved his art as well as his pupils.
He held his hands up, touching finger tips, and went on in that simple, sin-
" You have not sinned, for sin lies in the unholy touch. And you have
not sinned, for you have confessed what you thought was your wrong doing.
Do you honor your God less ? or, have we broken his commandment ? You
know best how it is. True, when we say, let us enshrine the books of
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Moses, as a sign that we hold their teaching in our hearts, we must keep the
symbol for no less than it means, even as we keep it for no more. Light
the lamp ! You can do it as holily as I, I know."
The Rabbi leaned forward now. When they parted, Mendel had risen
again to a beautiful peace. The perpetual light was lighted with prayer.
Its consecration had been no greater one than this.
Anna E. Wolfson, '99.
IN DARKY LAND.
Out in the kitchen of his city home sat the famous negro dialectician
with an old darky he had picked up on the street that morning. They were
playing a lively break-down on a silver-tipped banjo, and an old battered
one ; for the imitator could not only bring hack plantation sounds with his
lips, but with the strumming of his banjo. Tune after tune they played,
and the expression on the old black face became more and more tense, while
the gray head bobbed back and forth with rapid jerks. Finally in the for-
tissimo of the liveliest movement, with a whoop that only a plantation darky
knows, he threw his banjo in the air, and shouted, " Fo' Gawd ! Mars Polk,
how I wish you was a niggah ! "
All through the lazy southern day he sat nodding in the sun outside of
his cabin door. In the hollyhocks near by the bumblebees buzzed and bumped,
and the humming birds flitted about between the hollyhocks and the old
mimosa tree. From far out over the field, white caps seemed to be coming
in as the fitful summer breezes touched the billowy heads of cotton — no more
snowy, however, than the one bowed low over the heavy oaken stick. By
the back stoop a woman sang, to a rhythmical scrubbing accompaniment,
" Massa's in de Cole, Cole Groun'." Then, as if she suddenly remembered
the old man, she came and bent over him tenderly, drying her hands on her
rough gingham apron, and humming the last of her refrain.
" Dinah, my massa's been callin' me all day long ! I reckon 'faint long
'fo' I'se gwine to foil ah him," he whispered, as he pointed out over the field
with his old oak stick.
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I was sitting on the back porch of my old plantation home, looking
dreamily out over the cornfields to the river, when he came limping up the
" What's the matter, Sammy?" I asked, as the red and white striped
stockings, and rough hide shoes, reached the top step.
" We'se mos' ready to go to de 'stracted meetin', you know ; and Mani-
my made me wear dese shoes, an' I ain' had on none all summer." Then, as
he seated himself at a respectful distance on the old wooden bench, and
crossed his little black hands over one knee, " Didn't de white folks hab ice
cream fo' dinnah, Miss Kate?"
He never pleaded with me in vain for goodies, this small reminder of
happy "fo-de-wah" days. Very soon he had eaten a full saucer of cream,
and with the spoon poised on a sticky forefinger, was looking at me with
eyes that begged for more ; and he got it, even unto the third saucer.
I watched him, till I fell to dreaming again — and my eyes sought the
river. Only the clink of the spoon against the saucer, and a satisfied sigh
now and then broke the stillness of the southern, summer day. Presently
all was quiet, and I looked around to find the happy Sammy with a most
disconsolate expression on his face, his head turned a little on one side, and
his eye fixed gloomily on about a quarter of a spoonful of cream.
< < What is it, Sammy ? Isn't it good ? "
" Yas'm," in a sad tone.
" Then, why don't you eat it? Have you got enough?"
Then he looked at me as he straightened up, and unbuttoned the little
worn jacket. " Yas'm," he sighed, "got 'nough ev'y whar 'cept my mouf."
I am weary and worn to-night. I have been pursuing sleep for hours,
but all in vain, save for one little doze. Even then I dreamed; and the
dream was blissful, but I am sorrowful now.
It was years ago, in the old home nursery. I was tired, oh, so tired !
Every childish atom ached in a different way. Just as weariness had driven
out all future hope, a pair of strong arms folded me close, a dusky face bent
sympathizingly over my yellow curls, and the big rocking chair began to
swing to a measured, crooning melody. Only once I languidly peeped out
to catch the glint of the firelight as it touched up the nodding gray head,
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and wreathed in and out of the wrinkles of the brown withered face.
Then closing my eyes I cuddled down closer to the old print dress, and
Oh, to be cradled again in " mammy's" strong arms, to be rubbed and
patted by the big loving hand, to be lulled to dreams by some plaintive
darky song ! For this I would give up all that life now holds. I cannot
M. E. S., '97.
Across a smiling April sky,
A small, dark cloud went swiftly by,
And as it passed in hurried flight,
From out it dropped a snow-flake white;
Dropped straight into a crocus 1 cup
From out the ground held bravely up.
The snow-flake sighed, "Ah, pretty dear,
I love thee, I will tarry here, — "
Then owned its error by a tear.
S. C. IT., '95.
SIX MONTHS IN THE SOUTH OF AFRICA.
It is a six months in only a very small portion of South Africa, and a
six months mainly spent in the steady occupation of teaching ; yet the life
and surroundings here have had for me such a distinct element of difference,
that I venture to make a few jottings from my "first impressions" for
The Wellesley Magazine.
Wellington is a tiny village nestled in the midst of great shaggy
mountains, from whose rocky brown slopes the light of the setting sun is
reflected with a wonderful red glow. There is one long principal street,
shaded by magnificent oaks ; here are several small shops, the post office,
circulating library, " hotel," and dwellings, while the spire of the Dutch
Reformed Church at the head looks benignantly over all. Houses with gar-
dens line the other streets, while several occupy more commanding sites on
the tops of small hills. The tiniest imaginable Episcopal chapel, a large
meeting-house for the colored people, and the various educational institu-
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tions make up the rest of the place. Modern improvements like sidewalks,
street lighting, and methods of laying the thick dust are entirely lacking.
The architecture is, with very few exceptions, of the usual Cape type —
elongated, bare, one-story high, and covered with white plaster, the better
to keep out the heat.
The white inhabitants are descendants of the early Dutch and Huguenot
settlers. Names like du Toit, Joubert, and van der Merwe are as common as
Smith, Jones, and Brown at home. The families are very large, ranging
usually from five to twenty children apiece. There is much intermarrying
among cousins, one result of which is a marked tendency to insanity or
weakness of mind. The people are conservative, in many respects very nar-
row, but kind-hearted and hospitable. More than half the population is
Hottentot, or a mixture of White and Hottentot. They are a very degraded,
lifeless sort of people, far inferior to the Kafirs of the Eastern Province.
Drunkenness and immorality are prevailing vices among them. Many of
the little children have a delicate brown beauty, but it is evanescent.
In the winter or rainy season, from April to September, thick clothes
are necessary, as the houses are not heated ; but vegetables thrive in the
garden, and snow is utterly unknown, except on the mountain tops. Dur-
ing the transitional period, September and October, the air is balmy, the
trees don their fresh leaves, curious tropical flowers of brilliant color or
heavy perfume line the roadsides, the loveliest roses bloom in the humblest
gardens, and calla lilies grow wild so abundantly that people feed them to the
pigs. In the summer, or dry season, the grass and flowers wither and turn
brown. Apricots, peaches, grapes, apples, pomegranates, guavas, loquarts,
corn, and tomatoes are abundant. The heat of the sun is intense, but the
nights and mornings are cool. It is interesting to see how people manage
without a particle of ice. Water is cooled by putting it into a canvas bag
and exposing to the sun ; milk is boiled ; butter is of necessity often in a
half-liquid state. There is a curious fierce wind called southeaster, which
blows incessantly for several days at a time, at brief intervals, whirling
clouds of dust, sand, and even small pebbles in its path. In spite of its
manifest unpleasantness, this wind is highly prized for purifying qualities,
and has been styled the Cape Doctor.
In Wellington, all more or less under the supervision of Rev. Andrew
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Murray, are a large Boys' School, a Missionary Training Institute, a Normal
School, and our Huguenot Seminary for Girls. It is with the last that I am
connected. Our buildings are of the type previously described, but for the
most part two stories high. On the first floor of Goodnow Hall are the best
recitation rooms ; on the second, the whole school meets for chapel, Sunday
services, and large gatherings in general. We are not aesthetic, either exter-
nally or internally, and tried by Wellesley standards, the life here would
seem very crude in many ways ; but we are comfortable, and gradual im-
provements may be looked forward to.
There are over three hundred and fifty pupils, coming from all parts of
South Africa. They are chiefly of Dutch extraction, though there is a large
sprinkling of'English, Scotch, French, and mixed nationalities, to say noth-
ing of Kafir and Hottentot strains here and there. They are impulsive,
affectionate, and very much in earnest about the work, for an education in a
new country being so much more difficult of attainment than in an old, is
consequently more highly valued. They are physically robust, but as a rule,
are sadly lacking in that delicacy and refinement of appearance, manners, and
tastes, which we take so much for granted at home.
The classes are large, the greatest number being about thirty-five. In
age the pupils range from ten to thirty-five. They are doing elementary,
college preparatory, and college work, as well as special normal training.
When the present B. A. class takes its degree, we shall be in reality a college.
The examinations given by the government keep the standards high. The
advantages of the English system of courses and requirements is its thorough-
ness, attention to detail being ^emphasized ; the disadvantage is a lack of
breadth and general culture — a deficiency which each teacher must do her
best to supply as opportunity offers in her special classes.
There is much to do along the lines of systematic Bible study, and direct
religious, missionary, and temperance work, as well as in stimulating the
girls toward higher ideals both intellectually and spiritually. While many
are surprised to learn that professing to be a follower of Christ implies truth-
fulness and honesty, there is certainly a field for work. Often the magnitude
and difficulty of the task is well-nigh overwhelming, but the thought that
these girls are going to be the wives, mothers, and teachers of citizens
throughout South Africa is a great incitement to earnest effort.
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Our Commencement took place in the third week of December. The
exercises occupied two days. On the first came specimen essays, recitations,
and musical selections from the various classes, and the laying of the corner
stone of Cummings Hall, the new college building. The music is particularly
good here, as the girls who come from' lonely farms are very anxious to get
as much skill as possible. On the second day came the addresses, grad-
uation exercises, a dinner, and an out-of-doors reception. Of course every-
thing was on a much simpler scale than at home, but in general, all went off
very satisfactorily. The best essay was, "Why she went to College," a
rather dramatic answering of the various objections brought to bear against
the higher education of girls. Most of them would seem trite at home, but
here they must be vigorously combated.
When the seminary closed, I had the pleasure of spending Christmas
week with a hospitable Scotch-Dutch family in a suburb of Cape Town.
Both they and their surroundings seemed " so American" as to be very re-
freshing. AVe celebrated Christmas day in the usual way, plum-pudding
and all, though we sat round the table in our thinnest possible garb.
Cape Town has an enviable situation; stately Table Mountain behind,
and before the blue waters of Table Bay, said to be much more beautiful than
the far-famed Bay of Naples.
During this month of January all of us teachers who have no settled
abiding place in this land have been at Fish Hoek, where the seminary pro-
vides a cottage by the sea. Here we bathe in the warm Indian ocean, take
delightful walks, and become thoroughly rested for the new term beginning
February first. The view from our stoep or veranda is a glorious bit of blue
bay and bluer sky ; white sand and whiter house specks ; mountains on all
sides, those nearby standing out in rugged graudeur, those far away half
covered by, half melted in, the clouds ; dimly outlined against the distant
horizon, the very tip of the Cape of Good Hope. Beside our door, pass and
repass the typical ox wagons ; the animals are so far from strong that three
yokes seem necessary to drag a small load of bricks.
We had our first experience in African mountain climbing the other
day. Equipped with large white " cappies," or sunbonnets, spectacles of
smoked glass, stout cotton gloves, and canvas rubber-soled shoes, and es-
corted by an energetic Dutch youth to protect against any possible snakes,
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baboons, and tigers (all of which interesting animals are said not to be quite
extinct even here) , we plodded on over stones and boulders, through long
grass and thick underbrush, without any visible path for a greater part of the
way, till at last, at a height of some 1,800 feet, we emerged on a large grassy
plateau. Here, following the course of the Stienbras river, we came to a
beautiful waterfall. The stream dashed down a steep mossy precipice, about
175 feet high, ending in merry gurgling rivulets or calm brown pools.
After concocting marvelous coffee in a tin cracker box, we began the
perilous descent, perilous because the stones would keep slipping under
our feet, and the mountain side was very steep. We often paused to
gather heath and white everlastings, or perching on an inviting boulder to
wonder at the cathedral-like rocks and the picturesque view spread out
so far below us.
The other morning we visited two farms, widely different. That of
Mr. Thunnessen is an old Dutch estate, formerly owned by Governor van
der Stell. By the roadside are immense camphor trees over two hundred
years old. The grounds reminded one somewhat of the old Virginia plan-
tations, so many different kinds of work were being carried on. The old Dutch
farmhouse, one story high, was extensive and stately enough to have stepped
out of one of Washington Irving's descriptions. From' the brick stoep we
entered a large hall, opening in front into a dining room, on the right into
a parlor, on the left into a sleeping apartment with high canopied beds.
All were spacious, and both floors and ceilings were of polished wood. The
walls were covered with a curious wall paper, in which roosters and other
large fowls seemed to play a prominent part. These rooms thrown open
afforded admirable scope for a large social gathering, and in imagination we
saw rosy-cheeked Dutch youths and maidens merrily dancing over the shin-
ing floor. Such a farmhouse would be an ideal place for a house party, but
for an all-the-year-round existence must be terribly lonely.
Sir James Sivewright's model farm, said to be the finest in South Africa,
is very modern indeed, with its carefully trained vines and hedges, and
scrupulously regular plots. He has a large variety of flowers and innumer-
able fruit trees. The oranges aud lemons seemed particularly flourishing.
The grounds are stocked with pheasants and other valuable birds. The land
is well watered by irrigation, and as one reclined on a rustic bench beside a
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gently murmuring canal, she participated in the feeling of the lotus
Chronologically speaking, this is the limit of my present experiences
and observations, but I must not close without several incidents and anec-
dotes to show the humorous side of Dutch customs.
A little Dutch maiden brought me, tenderly wrapped in a fragment of
rather soiled newspaper, a piece of — dried sausage. Her mother in the distant
Orange Free State had manufactured the delicacy for her homesick daughter.
The sausage, alas, out of consideration for my digestion, found its final rest-
ing place in my waste basket, but the memory of the deed will be more last-
An old Dutch missionary recently wrote to our principals with regard
to his daughter who is in the seminary, that he hoped she " would not wear
corsets, but would have her loins girt about with truth, and put on the breast-
plate of righteousness."
I recently attended a Dutch wedding. There was considerable effort at
"pomp and circumstance," but the unique thing to me was a collection.
Upon inquiry I found that this was the usual custom. Speaking of customs,
in church the men usually sit on one side and the women on the other ; the
men always rise during prayers ; the Lord's Supper is partaken of by the
men first, then by the women.
Finally, to illustrate the Dutch propensity for mourning. A beautiful
young bride appeared in deepest crape just a week after her marriage. One
of our teachers, remarking with sympathy upon the supposed loss, was in-
formed that the signs of grief were put on for the grandmother of the hus-
band's first wife — he had been married three times.
Alice Welch Kellogg, '94.
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To the Editorial Board of Ninety-eight, our right hearty greeting !
Some things we shall have to say to you which may ring coldly of the prac-
tical, and of hearts once trusting now turned skeptic ; but these shall be kept
for the privy council of your own ear. We are not going to tell you to be
good — you don't need it ; nor to urge you to " maintain the standard" — the
standard has never been reached ; nor to dilate on the beauty of promptness
— for the contrast of our own example has been convincing.
Even as we write, the morning breaks (our mornings are notoriously
fragile), and moves us to speak of brighter things. If you should find
yourself feeling unaccountably happy as you cry "Greeting!" to Ninety-
nine, take this word of comfort for pains past, — they might have been
worse ! For one thing, there is no chamber of horrors connected with
the Magazine. Time was when we have sighed for a horror — a real gen-
uine blood-and-thunder. But one day we went to the post office for the
leading article and the stories that were due, and found an empty box.
And the horror came ! creeping from post office key to hairpin, from
hairpin to brain, from reeling brain to trembling knee ! After one such
experience, the fact that the horror is not a permanent feature of the
sanctum, becomes a mercy that was hid and is revealed. Nor is our
good fortune only negative. May blessings be upon the head of Cad-
mus, the Phoenicians, or whoever it was that invented certain members
of the library, general office, English . Literature, Rhetoric, Philosophy,
History, German, Botany, Latin, Mathematics, alumna?, and undergraduate
departments ! We have met with only kindliness and generosity in ap-
proaching both Faculty and alumnae, and not infrequently with the same
weapons in approaching undergraduates. Of this latter body, we love them
that love us, and some we love very much indeed. But we wish that each
student whom we do not love could be editor in chief for a month, and
realize the warm gratitude that person feels to those who help support the
Magazine, and the absolute dependence of the Magazine on student contri-
butions. There would never again be dearth of material, or a " poor
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number." But alack ! a very pitiable lack ! of such experience is apparent
among these undergraduates. Alumnse are better ; and the name of many
an "old girl" is embalmed in editorial gratitude against some day when we
shall be glad to serve her if we may. As for the Faculty : it isn't always
a pleasant thing to ask for leading articles ; no one is more painfully aware
than the editor of the fact that Faculty zeal for writing leading articles is
several degrees below zero ; yet we have been invariably received as if we
were conferring an honor by asking, and sometimes as if the Faculty were
suffering acutely in refusing. Only an occasional eagerness to be generous,
"in honor preferring one another," has ever betrayed that sacrifice was the
basis of acquiescence.
It is what comes unasked, however, that causes the thrill unrivalled of
joyful surprise and gratitude, the sense of ' ' man-weiss-nicht-was-noch-bliihen-
mag," and keeps an editor happy for a week. It may be an item, even the
tiniest, or a suggestion of something it might be well to notice or put in, or
perhaps just the mention, by a friend, of something in the last issue that she
liked ; and occasionally it has been more than any of these. To each one
who has shown us such spontaneous kindnesses, we would say again how
grateful her cordiality was, and how sincerely we thank her for it. To her
continued graciousness we commend you, Ninety-eight !
With these goods from the gods you are not likely to be less favored
than we have been ; and now, at the risk of trespassing on your patience, we
would dare promise you yet a few things worth having : a little valuable
business experience ; new insight into what it means to get out even a small
periodical ; practice in saying what you mean and meaning what you say ; a
constant stimulus to be alive to many different phases of this College life,
and to learn about the life of other colleges ; and the better love and loyalty
to our own Alma Mater which these things teach. We can wish you no bet-
ter wish than that editorial experience may add as much to the richness of
your loss in leaving college as it adds to ours.
We must apologize to both Vassar and Wellesley for a mistake in the
sixth editorial of our February issue. In the first place, the comparisons
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made in that editorial were said to be drawn from the catalogues of '95-96.
This was the case for all the colleges but Vassar ; but for Vassar, by a care-
less mistake, we took our statistics from the catalogue of '94-95. These
statistics were as follows: students, 485; faculty, 45; courses, 156, of
which 124 were for one half year only; hours required for graduation, 57.5
or 58. But by misuse of decimals, we made a serious misstatement of
the proportion of students to faculty ; 485 students to 45 faculty give 10.77
students to each instructor, not 17.7 as we said. The actual facts for Vassar
in the year '95-96 are these : number of students, 538 ; of faculty, 47 ;
making 11.45 students to each instructor, a proportion little greater than
the 9.9 at Wellesley ; 153 courses were offered, of which 130 were for a
single semester only ; the number of hours required for graduation were
57.5 or 58. We are heartily sorry and ashamed to have confounded our two
catalogues ; but glad to be able to assure our readers that the remaining
statistics were valid. We have taken pains to verify them again. In the
eighth editorial, on scholarships, etc., facts concerning Vassar, as well as
other colleges, were taken, as claimed, from the calendar for '95-96.
To Smith, too, we would bow our humbled head. We said there was
no mention of health provisions in the Smith announcements, and gath-
ered from this that Northampton physicians were employed. But on page
31 of the calendar for '95-96 we read: "The health of the students is
cared for by the resident physician. . . . She may be consulted without
charge. . . . No one is thereby precluded from employing the physicians of
the city." These remarks are incorporated with announcements of courses
of instruction, and it was thus that we thought we could not find them.
But we realize the gravity of allowing facts to escape us, and are heartily
sorry and ashamed to have thus misrepresented our fellow-colleges.
Miss Ellen Hinsdale, daughter of Professor Hinsdale, of Ann Arbor,
received last week her Ph.D. from the University of Gottingen. This is the
first time that the authorities at the Gottingen University have allowed a
woman to try for the degree in Philology, a department which, in Gottingen,
requires an unusually thorough and laborious preparation. The case was,
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moreover, complicated by the violent resistance offered by one of the pro-
fessors of Philolosrv, against letting a woman take the Ph.D. in his sacred
department. He tried everything in his power to prevent the catastrophe,
but, fortunately, failed in his efforts. Professor Heyne, under whose direc-
tion Miss Hinsdale wrote her thesis, expresses the highest regard for her
work in his department. Since Miss H. holds one of the intercollegiate fel-
lowships this year, her marked success will be especially gratifying to Amer-
ican college women.
Sunday, February 28, was the hundredth anniversary of the birth of
Mary Lyon, founder of Mt. Holyoke College, and one of the most remark-
able women of her own or any day. The spirit of a Jeanne d'Arc was upon
her ; her cause was the education of women ; her enemies indifference and
Just seven years before her birth, girls had been admitted for the first
time to the public schools of Massachusetts. Massachusetts' boys had been
having public schools for fifty-five years ! Not only schools ; they had col-
leges also ; when Mary Lyon reached womanhood, there were in the United
States more than sixty institutions with at least the name of college, for men
— none for women. Fired with an inspiration to educate her sex, she began
to beg funds for her " Seminary" that was to be. In the buggy of a long-
headed old doctor friend she drove from farm to farm in her own county,
pleading her case with an eloquence that often produced startling results.
Promises of homespun sheets and blankets, or of pieces of furniture, were
given by housewives who had not ready money ; and money gifts ranged
from six cents upwards. Twenty dollars was considered munificent.
The inertia Avhich she had to overcome was enough to have discour-
aged a heart less passionately bound up in its desire. But hers, she
writes, "has yearned over the young women in the common walks of life,
till it has seemed as though a fire were shut up in my bones." And the
magnetism of her sympathy, the singleness of her purpose, the majesty of
her physical presence, won her battle. About three years after she began
her work the foundations of Mt. Holyoke Seminary were laid. On its com-
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pletion Mary Lyon was made president, and this office she held until her
The influence she exerted over the girls was, as might have been ex-
pected, strangely compelling. Miss Howard, the first president of Welles-
ley, entered Mt. Holyoke four years after Mary Lyon's death, and she says
of her, that so vivid was the impress of her personality on the Seminary,
that she (Miss Howard) can hardly believe she has never really known her ;
even to the abundant dark auburn hair, and the wonderful eyes, and almost
the very tones of her voice, the picture of the first president stood out in
the student mind with life-like clearness.
That the standard of the new " Seminary " was necessarily far less than
collegiate will be evident when we consider that thirty-eight years later, in
1875, when Wellesley was opened, only forty or fifty among more than three
hundred girls who came here from all over the country ' ' prepared " for college,
were able to take up the work of even our earliest curriculum. Yet Wellesley
was begun after Mary Lyon's seminary had been almost sixty years in exis-
tence, and Vassar had reached its teens. Indeed, it was largely that he might
improve on the opportunities offered by Mt. Holyoke, that Mr. Durant
founded Wellesley. Mary Lyon had been many years dead ; the seminary
had not developed into a college. Had Mt. Holyoke consented at this time
to raise its standard to one vying in severity with those of men's colleges,
Wellesley might never have been. But Faculty conservatism refused to con-
sider such a step, and thus it was that Mr. Durant, a friend to Mt. Holyoke,
crowned Mary Lyon's work by founding Wellesley, whose standard was to
be equal to that of the best men's colleges.
Mt. Holyoke's attainment was Wellesley's starting place. Mt. Holyoke
was a seminary; Wellesley, too, although her charter was almost immedi-
ately changed to its present form, was chartered as a " seminary." And
Wellesley, too, had students fit for the most part for only preparatory school
work. But Mr. Durant's policy with regard to these students was new.
Instead of accommodating the standard to the girls, he trained the girls to
meet the standard. He allowed a preparatory department, into which he
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put all the students except the forty who were ready for collegiate work.
This department was conducted side by side with the collegiate, in the
Main Building, until in the course of four years it was crowded out by
the growth of the collegiate department. By this method of separating
the prepared from the unprepared, Mr. Durant, instead of accommodating
the College standard to patrons, led patrons gradually to accommodate
themselves to the standard.
These facts of Wellesley's relation to Mt. Holyoke and Mary Lyon
came to us from Miss Howard, the first president of Wellesley. On Satur-
day, February 20, she came as a guest to the Eliot, to be present at a cele-
bration of Mr. Durant's birthday ; and on Sunday afternoon a crowd of girls
gathered about her in the Eliot parlor, and plied her till nightfall with ques-
tions about the early days. Some of what she told us then we recorded,
and parts of our record we should like to give our readers.
When, two years before the college opened, the plans for the main
building appeared in one of the illustrated periodicals, the country was
amazed and incredulous. They seemed like plans for fairyland — too beauti-
ful to be realized. "All that for women?" was the constant refrain. When
the college finally opened, and " fairyland" was found to be no myth, public
interest did not lessen. " The great moral show," people called the college,
with its students and its domestic work ; and they came in crowds to see it.
From two hundred to two hundred and fifty was the average number of
guests shown over the building on recreation day. Indeed, so free did they
make with " the great moral show," that a sign had finally to be posted on
the front door: "Please ring the bell!" The great stream of curiosity
hunters was not the least of the considerations that resulted finally in chang-
ing "recreation day" from Saturday to Monday, because on Monday fewer
sight-seers were abroad.
The College opened with absolutely no rules. "What!" said Mr.
Durant, when, two years earlier he was visiting Miss Howard at her own
school — " What ! a school without rules ! Do you really mean to say you
are running such a school?" " Yes," Miss Howard answered ; and she intro-
duced the same plan at Wellesley. But complications arose ; and out of
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these complications and difficulties there grew a code of regulations, result-
ant of a curious combination of influences — circumstances, pleadings of
the students themselves, and trustee pressure. Here was this great Main
Building, full of people, all strangers to each other. Any one of them might
be lost to the ken of her fellows for days together, if she should happen to
fall ill in a room to herself, or stray off while out walking. The simplest
way, the only practicable way, of keeping track of addresses, so to speak,
was to ask the teacher at each table to see that all her table was present to
meals. This was therefore done, and thus arose, out of bare necessity, a
" rule," at thought of which our hair, in its ignorance, has long risen on end.
The main building stood alone in forest grounds, where the thick underbrush
grew unbroken for rods along the tiny paths. On the road between Welles-
ley and South Natick, immediately adjoining the grounds, hundreds of
foreign workmen were being employed on the town water works. They
were men of the lowest sort, and they infested the college grounds.
Once or twice the girls were chased by them. Sometimes as many as
seventeen of these men would be met in the course of an hour's walk in
our own woods. It became necessary, for safety's sake, to ask the girls
not to frequent certain parts of the grounds except in companies of several
at a time.
But enemies were not all from without. Before the end of that first
year, "fairyland" became overrun with mice, intent on the " boxes" with
which loving mammas kept their student girls supplied. This state of
things is much easier to bear now than then, when the freshness and beauty
of the house was still immaculate. The girls were asked to receive no eat-
ables from home except fresh fruit ; but the significance of ' ' fresh fruit " was
found to be wider and vaguer than Mr. Durant and Miss Howard had sup-
posed. As a generic term it covered potted ham and doughnuts, pickles
and cake. Crumbs, mice, and grease-spots multiplied too rapidly for for-
bearance ; the students were asked at last to keep no more fresh fruit in
In those days every girl did what was right in her own eyes. But
before very long many of them began to beg for some time that might be
specially reserved for study, when they might work secure from interruption ;
and for an hour when everyone might reasonably be asked to go to bed and
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let the house be quiet. That was the origin of the old study hours and the
ten o'clock rule. Silent time came first from the authorities, but it was not
less a matter of general consent than the two rules just mentioned. It was a
rather poetically conceived modification of the old Mt. Holyoke "half
hours," two daily periods of half an hour each, which each girl was supposed
to spend in solitude and quiet. Mt. Holyoke girls valued the custom ; but
there was no unanimity about these "half hours," and they were pretty
long. Our " silent time" was simply a twenty-minute period in the even-
ing, when everyone was supposed to be in her room and quiet ; and we have
heard old students bear witness that the hush over the house was complete.
They testify, too, that the girls would not have had it otherwise.
Indeed, there seems to have been no more compulsion in the old life
than in our own. There were, to be sure, more rules ; but the " must" of a
rule is never felt until the rule ceases to fit ; and those rules, on the whole,
fitted those girls. Two or three little anecdotes may be quoted as significant
of the student attitude toward the more important of the rules.
Some Virginia girls were on their way home for the Christmas holi-
days. It was evening on the train. They were in the midst of a gale
of talk and laughter, when one of them suddenly looked at her watch.
"It's silent time at Wellesley now," she said. Instantly a hush fell, and
through the period the girls sat without speaking. When such a thing
as this could happen, silent time must have meant something to the
After the students were asked to give up having even ' ' fresh fruit " in
their rooms, a large and elaborate cake was sent to one of the girls. She
was a popular lady, and the cake was a wonder to behold. She wanted very
much to give a spread ; so she spread a paper under the bed and put the box
on it. Next morning she gave the cake, uncut, to some one outside of the
College. The gentleman who told Miss Howard of this, several years after it
happened, added : " And I made up my mind that if Wellesley turned out
women with characters like that, I'd send every one of my daughters there,
even if I had a dozen." Now if there had not been a fairly widespread
acquiescence in the rule, that cake would probably have been eaten in
College ; had the owner herself been too conscientious, her friends would
not have been.
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Nor can we believe that the prohibition of theatre and opera was against
the feeling of most of the students. Mr. Durant's own convictions on the
subject were so strong, and he talked so frankly and sincerely with the girls
about it, that the actual state of the case was not that the girls were pining
to go, and forbidden ; but that, as a College, they felt and thought with
him. He influenced them to avoid such places of their own free will. Es-
pecially during the famous scarlet-fever quarantine, he used to talk about it
to the little handful of girls who were not in hospital. Night after night
in the sitting room, as they called our " reception room," did they use
to discuss it ; and Mr. Durant made his case. One girl, who had been to the
theatre and opera all her life, told Miss Howard, after a vacation: "My
brother wanted me to go to the theatre with him, while I was at home, just
as we used to do, and I could not. To do it just because I was away from
College on a holiday seemed terribly sneaky. I couldn't make him see it
my way, and he got very angry with me. Afterwards I thought maybe I
had done wrong, that I might have helped my brother by going with him ;
for he went, anyhow. But I just couldn't." This surely was not obedience
to law under compulsion !
The poor president, meanwhile, was attacked on one hand for the loose-
ness of the rein, on the other for the tightness of the bit. Parent Jones
would write: "My daughter has always been under the guidance of her
mother. I wish very much that you would keep her more constantly under
your eye at Wellesley." And in the same mail Parent Smith : " My daughter
has been used to being her own mistress at home, and I don't see why she
can't be trusted to look after herself at Wellesley College." Nor could the
outside world curb its curiosity concerning the great moral show. What
they could not find out they invented, and we have been shocked to dis-
cover a likelihood that many of our own impressions of former strictness are
due, not so much to the facts of the case, as to the inventive genius of out-
siders. " A nunnery," they said. "Such beautiful grounds, but the girls
allowed to walk only in certain little prescribed parts!" "And pious!
Why, the teachers go around the corridors kneeling down outside of the open
transoms and praying for the girls inside." A woman actually told Miss
Howard of this custom of Wellesley teachers as a fact. Miss Howard told
Mr. Durant. "What sort of a reputation for religion do you suppose we
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have?" she said. " I only wish we had any ! " was his reply. " "Well, we
have one," she said, " and I think you'll be highly gratified to hear it. Did
you realize the zeal of your teachers — that they go around and pray for the
girls, kneeling in the corridors beside the open transoms?" "I wish to
Heaven they wanted to ! " cried Mr. Durant.
We venture to say that that custom sounds not half so improbable to
some of us as it sounded to Miss Howard and Mr. Durant. Where did we
get our distorted ideas of the past ?
One more story we would like to tell — the story of the Wellesley bells.
Fairyland was tricked out with bells electric, but when supper time came,
that first evening, and all the strange throng was scattered through the
building, the bells refused to work. Something must be done. Colonel
James Soutter, of Boston, a cousin of Mrs. Dui'ant, was playing about,
a handsome little fellow of some nine years. " James," said the president,
" wouldn't you and Eobert like to ring the bell for supper? Go to the
kitchen and ask Mrs. Hurd for two tin pans and the two biggest iron cook-
ing spoons she has. You take one and Robert the other. Start at the
fourth floor, each taking one half of the house, and come down, ringing the
bell as you go." Thus supper was called. Afterwards Mr. Durant went
bell hunting, and returned with something which had, to be sure, the sem-
blance of a bell, but no voice. " This will never do," said the president.
"All these people have to be waked to-morrow morning, and called to
breakfast, and to classes all through the day. Isn't there a bell on the place
that we could use?" Mr. Durant thought of one, he said ; but it was noth-
ing but an old barn bell that he had put up to call the men in from work ;
it was covered with dust and rust, and absolutely out of the question. " Can
it make a noise ? " Oh, yes ! it could make a noise ; but it could not be
wanted. Nevertheless, it was wanted, the president insisted. So four men,
grinning at the thought, were sent to the barn for the bell, and brought it
back, triumphant. But dirt}' ! the four scoured it for an hour and a half.
It was put up then, and used next morning, and for six years to follow. At
the end of that time, the Japanese bell was presented to the College. This
was a prize ; it came from a Japanese temple, and had power to ward off" evil
spirits. It was put up in its frame, in the third floor centre, and great care
was taken to strike it, as the Japanese did, on the inside. Pity that we, of
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later days, have seen it scarred by blows on the outside ! As for the old
barn bell, this was taken to Stone Hall. There it hangs yet. The master-
clock in the first floor centre, which now controls our electric bell system,
was put in last summer in memory of Miss Shafer, by Ninety-three, the last
class who graduated during her presidency of the College. The Japanese
bell rings only at rising hour in the morning. From the naivete of tin pans,
to the complex automatism of master clocks ! Evolution indeed.
In this Magazine are published the results of the prize story contest, the
first held here for many years. We feel that our attempt to get at some of
the latent possibilities known to exist among busy undergraduates has not
been wholly unsuccessful. Four of the eighteen stories received are pub-
lished in this number. Three came out last month. Others will appear, we
trust, at the discretion of the new editors. The first prize of ten dollars,
awarded to the story, " The Dwarf of the Fourth Ward," was found to be-
long to Lucy B. Allen, '97. Two stories presented themselves worthy, in
the opinion of the judges, of the second prize. " Jim Kempner," and " The
Friendship of Ann," are so totally different in subject and treatment that it
seemed impossible to compare or to choose between them. The judges
therefore cut the knot by awarding a second prize of five dollars to each.
Agatha J. Sonna, '99, wrote the former. Another '99, with deprecatory
modesty, pleads guilty upon challenge to "The Friendship of Ann," but
says she doesn't want the prize. She would rather not have it than have her
name published in connection with the story. However, we must all bear
the consequences of our deeds, and since she entered the competition, we —
give any of you leave to guess, as we did, who M. C. K. S. is. One more
story, " The Spirit of the Law," a close second to the prize stories in favor,
we publish with a word of praise and appreciation for its author, Anna E.
With this record of a last attempt to bring out something of that power
to accomplish good work which we have felt about us all along, and have
sometimes found it so hard to reach, the board of '97 lays down its editorial
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Since the past midyear's, some of us know a good deal move about our
academic standing than we ever did before. The "credit," or r:ither " dis-
credit " notes are out, and many people know what indifferent records they
have made in certain subjects. Now I want to urge the advantages of a fur-
ther step, that is, of informing people how well they have done in other sub-
jects ; in short, of giving each student access to her academic record.
Such a step would violate no principle which the College has not already
overturned in the establishment of the credit system. This system already
distinguishes three grades of standing ; what if five grades were distinguished
instead of three ? The only difference would be that a more definite grading
would be of great help to a student's work, whereas the present "credit"
distinction is of practically none.
I believe in this advantage for the following reason : As it is, the stu-
dent has no possible way of judging her own work and its success. She
cannot have the calm outsider's view of her work ; the personal element of
self-depreciation or perhaps of over-estimation usually enters into her sur-
vey ; she imagines herself either much above or much below her actual stan-
dard, most often, I think, the latter. She works, actually, in the dark, try-
ing, if she is ambitious, to reach a high standard of scholarship with which
she has no means of comparing her own work. Nor can she definitely im-
prove upon her work as time goes on ; for she has no clear or fixed estimate
of the earlier work, to go on. I can think of no better phrase to describe
the situation than the one I have already used, — working in the dark. There
is nothing so wearing as uncertainty, and the result is the natural one. If
there is about the girls the harassed and worn studiousness of which we
hear, I hold this condition of ' ' the mystery of records " largely to blame for it.
It is argued, of course, that the publication of the records would foster a
spirit of rivalry and of working for the marks themselves instead of the
work. In the first place, the records need not be posted on class bulletins
where my D's would contrast painfully with my neighbor's A's. Each record
might be as private as the up-to-date discredit note. Then secondly, the
spirit of " working for marks" will exist in all sorts of conditions, and peo-
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pie can be just as sordid and vain in seeking general class room pre-eminence
as if they had before them the concrete aim of an A in Latin Prosody.
I must urge my chief point once more, because I want you to see the
matter as I do. It is the secrecy about the system of credit, discredit, and
conditions, that makes people worry over examinations and papers. If it
were made an open matter, not only would we learn to take these things
more calmly and reasonably, but the general tone of work would become, in
most cases, I believe, more scholarly and satisfactory to the instructors and
to the students.
If any innovation of this kind should come, it would have to be through
the initiative of a strong desire among the students. So if you believe as I
do, I hope you will follow me with an expression of opinion in the Magazine.
Sir George Tressady, by Mrs. Humphrey Ward. The Macmillan
Company, London and New York, 1896. 2 vols. Price, $2.00.
" Sir George Tressady" is, in all probability, the novel of the year best
known to ordinary readers. Like all of Mrs. Ward's books, it deals with
English life of our own day. The scene is laid in London, for the greater
part of the time, with an occasional change to the retirement of a country
house, in order that the turmoil of the city and the strain of Parliamentary
battle may not weary the reader. The characters are many, and all drawn
with equal strength. Marcella, so well known to all readers of Mrs. Ward,
is the heroine of this later work, and her character, equally with that of Sir
George Tressady, furnishes the strong interest of the book. Her new role,
that of the great minister's wife, merging all other desires in her efforts for
her husband's political success, will not disguise the old Marcella from those
who learned to admire her three years ago. The principal personages of
the earlier story, too, appear in this work to form the little court of the
great lady in her political life in London.
Sir George Tressady, the hero, is a young Englishman, clever, intelli-
gent, a man of ability, but unable, through misfortune and want of self-
knowledge, to make a success of anything he attempts, — Parliament, mar-
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riage, or life itself. His efforts and struggles, as Mrs. Ward gives them to
us, furnish fine examples of the work of the modern psychological fiction.
The book, as a whole, is distinctively a work of our own time. The
scene is laid in the life of the day ; the problems, political and social, with
which Mrs. Ward deals, are the problems which vex our generation, and the
author's method of work is notably modern. " Sir George Tressady " is a
book which the admirers of Mrs. Ward will recognize as thoughtful, well-
constructed, and interesting, and which well sustains the fame won by her
The Sealskin Cloak, by Rolf Bolderwood. The Macmillan Company,
London and New York, 1896. Price, $1.25.
" The Sealskin Cloak" is a story of domestic life and of travel, told by
the author with little attention to literary form, but with a great and evident
romantic love of story-telling for its own sake. The first ninety pages of
the book carry the reader very far in the fortunes and misfortunes of the
Gordon family, and show a notable power of condensation which one would
be glad to see exercised through the remaining four hundred and fifteen
pages. American readers will probably find the long account of Mrs.
Gordon's stay in Egypt and visit to Australia less interesting than it has
appeared to the author himself.
Story of the Nations Series: British India, Canada. G. P. Putnam's
Sons, New York, 1897. Price, $1.50 each.
These last two volumes of this excellent series of elementary histories
quite sustain the reputation made by the earlier numbers. The volume on
British India has been prepared by R. W. Frazer, late of the Indian Civil
Service, and now lecturer on Telugu and Tamil in the Imperial Institute in
"The Story of Canada" is written by Mr. J. G. Bourinot, the clerk
of the Canadian House of Commons, the author of several works on the
Constitutional History of Canada. This book is especially valuable in that
it is the only brief handbook of Cauadian history that is at once comprehen-
sive and thoroughly trustworthy. It has the added recommendation of
being clearly planned and well written. The bibliographical note prefixed
will commend itself to students as a decidedly valuable addition, even to so
elementary a work as can be comprised within one volume of such a series.
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American Orations: Studies in American Political History. Edited
by Alexander Johnston and re-edited by James Albert Woodburn. Vols.
III. and IV. G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York, 1897. $1.25.
These two volumes form the last of a four volume collection of Ameri-
can orations. The orations are arranged chronologically under the heads of
the political issues which called them forth. The first two volumes con-
tained notable speeches on colonialism, constitutional government, rise of
democracy and of nationality, and the antislavery movement. The third
volume gives speeches on the last phases of the antislavery conflict, and on
secession. The fourth consists of orations on modern questions, reconstruc-
tion, free trade and protection, finance, and civil service reform. On the
antislavery struggle are, among others, addresses by Chase, Douglas, Sum-
ner, Seward, and Lincoln ; on the question of secession by Wade, Critten-
den, Tombs, and Davis. Bearing upon the great reconstruction problem
are orations by Lincoln, Davis, Stephens, Pendleton, Stevens, and Ray-
mond, selected to give a representation of each reconstruction theory. On
free trade and protection are Clay and Hurd ; on finance and civil service
reform, Blaine, Sherman, Jones, Curtis, and Sohurz. As a preface to each
general question, Professor Johnston has given a short historical account of
its origin and development in American politics. Professor Woodburn has
added a series of textual notes at the end of each volume, explaining and
commenting upon obscure or critical passages in the orations contained
therein. As a whole, these books seem to be cax*efully and sensibly pre-
pared. They present in convenient form interesting material, which other-
wise might not be found without investigation of Congressional records or
files of reports, and they are sure to prove very useful for reference.
Morality and the Belief in the Supernatural. International Journal of
Ethics, January, 1897. By Prof. Eliza Ritchie.
All members of the College, past and present, will also be interested in
Dr. Ritchie's answers to an article by Prof. Otto Pfleiderer, of Berlin, on a
similar subject in the November, 1896, and January, 1897, numbers of the
Philosophical Review. But this article will suffice to give us her position
on the matter.
The question is the influence of religious belief on ethical progress and
ethical standards, but for the sake of clearness she confines it to the influence
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of belief in the supernatural, — in an entity or entities, a force or forces, in
some sort lying outside of or transcending the facts, whether of mind or
matter, which constitute what we call the world of nature. The origin of
moral distinctions, she holds, does not lie in a supposed supernatural sphere.
The source of the crude morality of the savage is to be found, not in his
religious creed, but primarily in his blind and instinctive devotion to mere
custom. The moral standard develops along two lines, — the instinctive,
where the standard is the customary, and the rational, where the standard is
the useful. But although the first steps in moralization are almost certainly
taken independently of the religious creed, there are two ways in which the
belief in the supernatural has had an influence on ethical progress ; first, by
modifying the content of the moral law, and so determining the ethical
standard ; secondly, by affording an iucentive to obedience to this law and
to the effort to realize the ideal, — that is, by providing a sanction.
The ethical standard has been affected by supernaturalism in some dis-
advantageous ways. Where undue prominence has been given to ceremonial
observances, and foolish, cruel, and degrading ceremonies have been ranked
as duties, as supernaturalism has expressed itself among savage nations, the
moral judgment has been warped and an unworthy standard of conduct
maintained. Then again, in the intense realization of the supernatural, it is
difficult to avoid the conclusion that others ought to be forced, if necessary,
to hold the same religious faith with one's self. Alon£ with this has come
the danger of attaching a higher ethical value to the acceptance of particular
opinions than to the free and unbiased search for truth.
But religious belief has doubtless helped to raise humanity to a higher
moral plane by representing the supreme object of worship not only as the
source of moral order, but as its fullest exemplification and realization.
Thus stability is given to the ethical ideal, and it is presented to the imagi-
nation in a concrete form, while yet invested with the nrvstery and glory of
a power superhuman and supreme.
The influence of the supernatural has been greatest, however, in the
sanction it has afforded to ethics. On account of the very slow and gradual
growth of the conception of a purely moral motive for the moral life, extra
ethical sanctions have been necessary. Supernaturalism has lent a powerful
aid to the discipline necessary to the development of a moral life. The cul-
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prit recognizes in the supernatural avenger a more powerful and far-reaching
authority than that of man not only in this life, but beyond the grave. In
the higher code of morals introduced by Christianity there is an approxima-
tion to a purely ethical sanction, since, in so far as the conception of the
Divine Being is identified with that of the ethical ideal, the motive becomes
the recognition of that pleasure which exists for the perfectly moralized con-
sciousness in a good action, and of pain that it feels in a bad one.
Since the religious sanction is not essential to morality in its higher
development, but is only an extra moral sanction, there seems to be no
ground for the supposition that were the belief in the supernatural to disap-
pear, an annihilation of ethical distinctions or the elimination of all induce-
ment to good conduct must result. Yet there might occur a decline in
morality, owing to the taking away of a powerful motive, which deters ordi-
nary man from wrong-doing. For the nobler minds motives quite indepen-
dent of supernatural support would lead to lives of purity, honor, and benev-
olence ; but for the " weaker brethren," we may fear any sudden disturbance
of sanctions that help to hedge them in to the straight and narrow path of
duty. The awakening of the instinct of supernaturalism belonged to the
earliest dawn of human life, and we need not anticipate that it will disappear
either suddenly or soon.
Story of the Nations Series: Canada, British India. G. P. Put-
nam's Sons, New York, 1897. Price, $1.50.
American Orations, Vols. III. and IV. Edited with Introduction by
Alexander Johnston, late Professor of jurisprudence in the College of New
Jersey ; re-edited with historical and textual notes, by Prof. J. A. Wood-
burn, of Indiana University. G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York, 1897.
Price, $1.25 per volume.
The Sealskin CloaJc, by Rolf Bolderwood. Macmillan Company, New
York and London, 1896. Price, $1.50.
Sir George Tressady, by Mrs. Humphrey Ward. Macmillan Com-
pany, New York and London, 1896.
With the Trade Winds, by Ira Nelson Morris. G. P. Putnam's Sons,
New York and London, 1897. Price, $1.25.
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The excitement of Magazine Board elections is apparent in many of the
February exchanges, and reminds us that this is one of the last pieces of
work for us, too, as Wellesley Editors. It makes our interest in the ex-
change table a little closer, because they are soon to pass from our hands
into those of '98.
The Bachelor of Arts, published in New York by a board of college
alumni, attracts our attention particularly. It is published under the auspices
of an advisory board of our various universities, and states its aim as "to
bring out a really first-class literary magazine for college graduates." A
publication of this kind may fill a very useful place, as there are man}' affairs
of common interest to collegians which may be here, and here only, dis-
cussed with perfect fitness.
In the February issue we notice especially "Imperial Berlin," and an
article on the history of " Canada's Colleges."
The /Smith Monthly gives a bright glimpse of Professor and Mrs. Max
Muller at home in Oxford. There is also an interesting paper by Miss Coe
on " Plato's Symposium." We wish its author might make a similar study
of the " Phfedrus," which complements the former, and as we have always
thought, gives the Platonic love-doctrine in the glory of first conception as
the heavenly vision of truth and beauty.
Here are two stanzas from a bright piece of verse called ' ' The Wonder
Hand in hand with the gladsome day
I'd wander, and ever farther away,
Riding the clouds — now white, now gray —
Until we came,
Wandering down the path of gold
That leads to the hills, beyond the wold
Where the sun has driven his flocks to fold —
And the sky is aflame.
And when into sunset land I came,
Wandering into that city of fame,
With its purple splendor, its crimson flame,
And its scarlet hue,
Down its wonderful ways I'd go —
From golden glory to crimson glow —
Till the winds of night began to blow
E'en this city through. — Smith Monthly.
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In the University of Virginia Magazine we note a sad story, ' ' A
Moonshine Tragedy," and a good critique of Chapman in "The Hero and
Leander Motif in English Literature." If it is permissible we would like to
protest against the tone of "Under the Pines." It has some of Byron's
bad points, and an untrue ring throughout. Even college verse ought to be
better than that.
One pleasing point about The Red and Blue is its illustrations, which
are very well done. Two attractive articles are " Stray Impressions of
Oxford," and " Letters Written from Cuba."
The Yale Lit. publishes its prize essay, on " Emerson as a Poet,"
written by Alexander Wheeler. It is a clear cut, well thought out
piece of work. We add, for the pleasure of our readers, the last para-
But more wonderful than any one note in Emerson's poetry is the sustained elevation of
the whole. Some have said there is no progress in his thought. How could there be? "He is
a prisoner on his peak." For him to take another step, says John Burroughs, would he to
step off. But if he cannot go up, he will not come down. There are no lower moods, no
meaner moments in his song. If such he has, he deems them not worthy to be told. Critics
complain that he says naught of sin, of sorrow, and of death. No, if he cannot strike the note
of cheer, he will let the harp be dumb. And if it seems to be something quite unique that one
man should never have wrought less than his best, let us remember, too, his life — itself a poem,
melodious, serene, and high. If ugly things never find their way into his verse, it is because
ugly things were never mentioned at his board, and had no place in his heart. James Paissell
Lowell says that it is far harder to put beautiful thoughts into a life than into a book. It
was Emerson's great lot not only to have struck his chords, but to have drawn his daily
breath, in that clear upper air to which most of us can only rise in rare, although immortal,
In the same number we find a strong, simple story, " Kolan's Daugh-
ter." Its atmosphere and setting is new to most of us, but the human nature
in it is sincere and real. " Ann'bel," and " Le Roi du Mont Blanc," are
both bright and well told.
The Columbia Literary Monthly for January has a handsome new
cover. Within we find an excellent paper on "Mr. Pater's 'Gaston de
Latour.'" "Moonlight Boating" has good color and description, but can
hardly lay claim to sonnet structure. It would be better in blank verse.
The Vassar Miscellany gives several bright sketches, among which arc
"A Wedding," and "In the Florist's." "The Associate Alumna? of Vas-
sar College" gives an interesting account of the efforts of the Alumine for
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the College from the early days. We especially recommend to all the Kip
lingesque clatter in " Points of View." We add —
THE NIGHT WIND.
Deep from the breast of some
White flitting cloud.
Over the mountains,
Over the hills,
Echoing voice of the
Where the sea-father
Gathereth his sheep
And the mermaidens softly
Smile in their sleep,
Where the star-fairies
Dance to the moon,
Lightly thou hummest a
Wildly sweet tune.
When the mist-robed
Dawn from afar,
Blowing her bugle-call,
■Leaps from her car,
Then from thy wanderings
On folded wings
Thou floatest to dreamland,
And day wakes and sings. — Vassar Miscellany.
WITH A COPY OF "EVANGELINE."
Your feet will tread where once her footsteps light
Brightened the fir-gloom of the forest's heart;
Your ears will hear the pine-tree all the night
Whisper you songs of that far-fled delight
In which their children now can have no share nor part.
The forests fair are left; perhaps they tell
Of those lost days, filled to the brim with peace;
Of cattle browsing on the hill-side's swell
Waiting the song of her in the City of Surcease.
Perhaps the stunted fruit of one lone tree
Still marks the blooming orchard on the hill.
No more its path will hear the minstrelsy
Of dancing feet, to music no merrier than their will
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Then in the quiet of this holy land,
Most holy made by one true woman's love,
Close by the side of Druid hemlocks stand,
While all the air breathes low from the blue heaven above,
And read this story of those days long passed
In that lone valley; where the restless sea
Mourns for Evangeline, until the last
"All Saints' Day's" peace shall rest on Arcadie.
Saturday, Mar. 6. — Barn Swallows.
Sunday, Mar. 7. — Prof. Borden P. Bowne. Mrs. N. M. Waterbury :
Monday, Mar. 8. — Concert.
Saturday, Mar. 13. — Mr. F. A. Hill, 4.15 p. m. Lecture on Hamlet,
Mr. Southwick, 7.30 p. m.
Sunday, Mar. 14. — Bishop Potter.
Monday, Mar. 15. — Reading, James Lane Allen.
Saturday, Mar. 20. — Richard Burton, 4.15 p. m. Barn Swallows.
Sunday, Mar. 21. — Bishop Hurst.
Monday, Mar. 22. — Concert.
A meeting of Society Tau Zeta Epsilon was held Saturday, January
23. The following programme was presented: —
Current Art G. M. Dennison.
I. Metal Maud E. McClary.
II. Wood ...... Lucille Reynolds.
III. Lithography Olive Rosencranz.
A regular meeting of Society Tau Zeta Epsilon was held on Saturday,
February 6. The following papers were read : —
I. The technical side of the Art of Illus-
trating and Newspaper Illustration Mary Martin.
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II. Illustrations of Books and Magazines Margaret E. Starr.
III. Posters ...... Mary Jauch.
IV. Women Illustrators .... Helen Ordway.
At a regular meeting of Society Zeta Alpha, held February 6, the fol-
lowing programme was presented : —
Don Quixote as a Classic.
Discussion. What is a Classic ?
Criticism of Don Quixote as a Classic
Influence of Don Quixote on Succeeding
Literature . . . . .
Current Topic. The Arbitration Treaty
At a regular meeting of Society Zeta Alpha, held February 27, Miss
Florence C. Breed, '99, and Miss Talulah Maine, '98, were taken into mem-
bership in that Society. After the initiation the following programme was
pi-esented : —
The Modern Drama : Shakespeare.
Presentation of Shakespeare in the time of
Queen Elizabeth ....
Modern Actors in Shakespearean Roles .
Dramatization of Scenes from Midsummer
Night's Dream ....
Current Topic — The Cretan War
Margaret Y. Henry.
Agnes L. Bacon.
Alice W. Childs.
Jeannette A. Marks.
February 6, the Barn Swallows held a regular meeting in the gymna-
sium, at 7.30. Two scenes from " Alice in Wonderland" were given, as
follows : —
The Mad Tea-Party.
Mad Hatter .
March Hare .
Anna E. Wolfson, '99.
Mabelle C. Phillips, 1900.
Georgia M. Titcomb, 1900.
Ethel N. Gibbs, 1900.
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The Visit of Alice and the Gryphon to the Mock Turtle.
Mock Turtle J. F. Smith, '99.
Gryphon .... Mathilde von Beyersdorff, 1900.
Alice Ethel N. Gibbs, 1900.
Feb. 7. — Rev. F. Mason North, of New York, preached in the chapel
at eleven o'clock. Rev. W. G. Puddefoot preached in the evening on "The
Winning of the West."
Feb. 8. — Piano Recital, Mr. Carl Buonarnici.
Feb. 13. — Miss Addams, of Hull House, gave a talk at four o'clock,
in the chapel, on her experiences in Russia and her visit to Tolstoi's
home. In the evening the class in Constitutional History held the annual
House of Commons. The speaker in the Chair was Miss Mary S. Goldthvvaite.
Miss B. G. Chase, representing Burns (R.), Battersea, moved a Resolution to
Abolish the House of Lords. Other members were : —
Webster (T.), Isle of Wight
Labouchere (R.), Northampton
Lowther (T.), Kent
Hicks-Beach (T.), Bristol .
Ashmead-Bartlett (T.), Sheffield
Lockwood (L.), York .
Morley (L.), Montrose
Gorst (T.), Cambridge University
Chamberlain (L. U.), Birmingham
Clarke (L.), Plymouth
Dillon (Nat.), Mayo .
Saunderson (T.), Armagh .
Lecky (L. U.), Dublin University
Healy (Nat.), Louth .
Goschen (L. U. ) , St. George's Hanover
Harcourt (L.), Monmouth .
Balfour (T.), Manchester
Feb. 14.— Rev. C. W. Julian, of New
at eleven o'clock.
E. M. Guy.
E. V. Patterson.
H. E. Rollins.
E. E. Bach.
A. M. Dimmick.
J. S. Munger.
B. C. Marshall.
M. W. Loughridge.
L. E. Bolard.
H. E. Seehnan.
S. M. Moore.
C. B. Heir.
M. L. Barker.
H. L. Dana.
K. M. Porter.
A. M. Reed.
Bedford, preached in the Chapel
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Feb. 15. — A masquerade was given in the gymnasium Monday after-
noon, from three to six o'clock, by Misses Booth, Marks, Foote, Burton,
Miller, Mooar, Wetherbee, and Plympton. A musical lecture was given in
the chapel on Monday evening by Rev. Henry G. Spaulding. The subject
was "Robert Browning as the Poet of Music and Musicians." Mr. Spaulding
was assisted on the piano by Miss Louise Trowbridge.
Feb. 20. — Miss Nichols, of Boston, gave a lecture on Modern British
Poets at four o'clock in Lecture Room I. A regular meeting of the
Barn Swallows was held in the gymnasium at half past seven o'clock in the
evening. A play was given from the Harvard Stories, called "That Awful
Chum." The cast was : —
Helen Hunt, '98.
J. C. Nickerson, '99.
Mildred Eliot, 1900.
Jessie Cameron, 1900.
Ethel Barton, 1900.
J. M. Clark, '99.
Feb. 21. — Prof. George Harris, of Andover, preached at the regular
morning service at eleven o'clock. National Vespers were held in the evening.
Miss Coman gave a short talk on Washington, and read part of his Farewell
Feb. 22. — In the evening the Glee and Mandolin Clubs gave a
concert in the chapel at half past seven o'clock. The concert opened with
"The College Beautiful," by the Glee Club, and the significance of the day
was brought to mind by the song, " George Birthington's Washday." The
platform was decorated with the American flag. The first floor center also
was decorated with flags, sofa pillows, and plants.
Feb. 24. — Miss Hart gave a lecture on Italian Art in the Art Building
at quarter past four o'clock. The freshmen in her divisions were invited.
Feb. 27. — The Agora held an open meeting in the gymnasium.
The United States Senate was represented. Frances H. Rousmaniere, '98,
sat in the chair. The Resolution before the Senate was : "That the indepen-
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dence of the Republic of Cuba be, and the same is hereby, acknowledged by
the United States of America." The speakers were : —
Sen. Cameron (Perm.) .... Helen Buttrick.
Sen. Hoar (Mass.)
Sen. Morgan (Ala.)
Sen. Palmer (111.)
Sen. Perkins (Cal.)
Sen. Call (Fla.) .
Sen. Gray (Del.)
Sen. Mills (Texas)
Julia N. Colles.
Ruth S. Goodwin.
Martha T. Griswold.
. Carolyn L. Morse.
Mary E. Haskell.
The resolution was carried by the vote of the galleries.
Feb. 28. — Prof. Rush Rhees, of the Newton Theological Seminary,
preached at eleven o'clock in the chapel.
Mar. 1. — Mr. J. G. Wooley spoke in the chapel on " Christian Citizen-
The Department of English Literature has added this year to its list of
syllabi one by Miss Jewett, on Chaucer, and one by Professor Bates, on the
English Drama, with a revision of the Outlines on American Literature.
The complete list now on sale by the department is as follows : —
History of English Literature. Outlines $.50
History of English Literature. Classified References 25
Chaucer. Outlines, Topics and References 50
English Drama. Outlines and References. (150 pp.) 1.00
Modern English Poets. Outlines, Topics and References 50
American Literature. Outlines 15
Owing to the illness of her mother, Anne Sybil Montague, 79, has
been obliged to give up a part of her work at the College.
Mrs. Helen Barrett Montgomery, B.A., Wellesley, '84, president of the
New York State Federation of Woman's Clubs, was given a reception by
the Woman's Club of Brooklyn, February 8. Mrs. Montgomery read a
paper at the meeting of the Club on " The Ethics of Money Spending."
The brother of Caroline B. Morse, '84, is to make up a party for Euro-
pean travel next summer.
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Ada M. Wing, '86, will remain at Brown University next year, and
offer an advanced course in Physiology at the Woman's College.
Harriet L. Merrow, '86, Professor of Botany in the College of Agricul-
ture at Kingston, R. I., visited the College on February 22.
Mary C. Mosman, '86, spent Sunday, February 7, at the College.
Elizabeth H. Palmer, '87, has resigned her position at Wheaton
Seminary, and will spend next year in study.
Amorette L. Winslow, '88, has lately announced her engagement to
Mr. Charles Wetherbee, brother of Alice Wetherbee Morehouse, Sp.,
Mary L. Sawyer, '88, is teaching English and History at BrowneL
Hall, Omaha, Neb.
Caroline M. Field, '89, is teaching in Miss Kimball's School, in
Eleanor Gamble, '89, is studying Philosophy at Cornell.
Clara B. Mowry, '89, is spending the winter in Hildesheim, Germany.
Ethel Paton, '89, is teaching History and History of Art at St.
Margaret's School, Waterbury, Conn.
Isabelle Stone, '89, is still studying Physics and Mathematics at the
University of Chicago.
Clare L. Wade, '89, is spending the winter at "The Arlington,"
Arlington Street, Boston.
Rose J. Sears, '90, who has been for some years a teacher in the
Huguenot College at Wellington, Cape Colony, is now in this country
trying to raise money to secure the permanent employment of a trained
nurse for the College.
Louise Swift, '90, is studying Political Economy at the University of
Marion Fitz Randolph, '92, sailed for Genoa on Saturday, February
20, where she expects to meet her sister Caroline Randolph, '94. They
will return to this country about the middle of May.
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Mrs. Anna Wilkinson Rathbun, '92, is visiting Abbe Carter Goodloe, '89.
The engagement of Elizabeth Little, '92, to Mr. Robert Cushman, of
Central Falls, R. I., has just been announced.
Louise Brown, '92, sailed for Eui'ope Januai'y 26.
Media K. Carrier, '92, is teaching Mathematics in the High School at
Batavia, N. Y. Address, 139 Bank Street, Batavia, N. Y. Miss Henrietta
Cattell is with her.
Annie Coulter, '92, is teaching in Auburn, R. I.
May Cushing, '92, is teaching English in the Dedham High School.
Janet Davidson was abroad from July to November.
Mary R. De Vou, '92, is studying German at her home in Wilming-
Virginia Dodge, '92, is organizing a library in Cedar Rapids, Mich.
Lucy J. Dow, '92, is teaching Latin and studying Art. Her address
is 41 Silver Street, Westfield, Mass.
Alice Dransfield is teaching Mathematics in the Free Academy,
Albany, N. Y. Her address is 198 Lancaster Street.
Josephine Emerson is in charge of the science in the training school,
Department of Kindergartners, Pratt Institute, Brooklyn, N. Y.
Jennie Furber is teaching Kindergarten in Boston.
Alice Hamlin, '93, has resigned her position as Professor of Philosophy
at Mt. Holyoke.
Florence M. Barnefield, '95, is teaching in Mrs. Slade's School in
Providence, R. I.
Mrs. Helen James O'Brien, '95, with her husband, spent Sunday and
Monday, February 21st and 22d at Wellesley. On Monday afternoon
Helen M. Kelsey and Elizabeth A. Stark gave a tea in honor of Mrs.
O'Brien, at which the following members of '95 were present : Cornelia
Huntington, Harriet Lance, Mabel Lees, Harriet Nourse, Abbie Paige,
Helen Stimpson, Josephine Thorpe, and Evelyn Whitehouse.
360 THE WELLE 'SLEY MAGAZINE.
The engagement of Gertrude McKinney, formerly of '95, is announced.
Harriet Lance, '95, who is teaching in Rockland, Mass., spent Sun-
day, February 21, at the College.
During the Christmas holidays ten parties were given at the College
Settlement in Philadelphia, at which four hundred and fifty guests were
entertained. Christmas trees and toys for the children, and games, music,
and dancing for the young people formed the chief amusements. Mr. John
C. Lewis, the City Forester of Philadelphia, is giving a bi-weekly series of
talks at the Settlement on the care of plants. Potted plants have been
given to those who would agree to care for them through the winter, and
in April an exhibition will be held, and prizes will be awarded to those
whose plants show the most intelligent care. On February 7, Graham "Wal-
las will lecture at the Philadelphia Settlement on the question, "What on
Earth is Democracy?"
Furber-Parker. — In Brookline, Mass., on Feb. 15, 1897, Miss Laura
Mabel Parker, '88, to Mr. George Pope Furber.
In July, 1896, in Brooklyn, N. Y., a daughter, Theodora, to Mrs. Doro-
thy Lees Dole Holmes, '89.
Dec. 24, 1896, in Lockport, N. Y., a son to Mrs. Sylvia Foote Gos-
In August, 1896, in Pittsfield, Mass., a son, Clarence Babcock, to Mrs.
Minnie Prentice Goodwin, '89.
In September, 1896, at Randolph, Vt., a son, D wight Lyman, to Mrs.
Mabel Smith Adams.
In Roxbury, Mass., father of Katharine Lane, '89.
In Sandusky, Ohio, February 19, Mrs. Homer Goodwin, mother of
Maryette Goodwin Mackey, '88.
L. P. HOLLANDER & COMPANY,
.;. SPRING, 183-7. + + r
A special feature of our stock this season will be TAILOR GOWNS in
exclusive and original designs of Homespuns, Canvases and Cheviots,
made up entirely over Silk for $35 to $45; also Bicycle and Golf Cos-
tumes at $20 to $30.
JACKETS, GOLF CAPES, ETC., MILLINERY, UNDERWEAR,
GLOVES, DRESS GOODS AND SILKS.
Nos. 202 to 212 Boylston Street, and Park Square, BOSTON, MASS.
"OUR attention is called to our assortment of
Jewelry and Silverware
FOR PERSONAL USE AND GIFTS.
ARTICLES for the Toilet Table and
Writing Desk, in artistic patterns,
The newest designs of Fancy Jewelry,
Hair Ornaments, Fans, and Opera
Glasses in stock.
We respectfully invite you to visit our store, whether you purchase or not.
A. StOWell & Co., 24 Winter Street, Boston.
Kent Place School
Summit, New Jersey.
Hamilton W. Mabie,
Application may be made to the
Mrs. Sarah Woodman Paul.
ALBERT E. PARSONS,
LADIES' TAILOR AND DRESSMAKER.
Street Costumes, Bicycling
and Golfing Suits, Topcoats,
Evening Gowns, Wraps, Mantles, Etc.
Choicest imported materials, artistic and ap-
propriate in cut, finest workmanship.
Special inducements to young ladies.
304 Boylston Street, . . BOSTON.
Slpril, Korwell & Go.
Deliver all packages at the
College and in Wellesley free
of charge ^^^^^^^Jt
SI.OO per pound.
S. S. PIERCE CO.,
Tremont Bldg., cor. Tremont and Beacon
Sts., Copley Square, and Central Wharf,
Boston, and Coolidge's Corner, Brookline
(1111 ul)UuU Stand the Light!
The more light the more good
points you see.
Perfect satisfaction in every purchase,
Fine Confections . .Large variety
of Fancy Boxes for Presents.
and that backed up to the letter. Men-
tion this advertisement.
UnderWOOd, Leader in Footwear
3 Clark's Block, Natick.
V 146 Tremont St.
Delicious Ice Cream Soda. Mail orders receive
prompt and careful attention.
The Young Ladies' Attention is called to something
very attractive in a
French Flannel Shirt Waist,
which has been made to order in the most Fashionable
colors and very "Chic" style for
MISS M. F. FISK,
TVo. 44 Temple Place, Boston.
The Young Ladies should make a special examination of these Waists, as they are
proving wonderfully satisfactory.
THE HORACE PARTRIDGE CO.
335 Washington Street, Bostan.
College Athletic and Gymnasium Outfitters.
TENNIS. GOLF. AND BASKET BALL GOODS.
Crew Sweaters and Jerseys, which are also suitable for all athletic purposes, made to order in any
style in the best manner.
A Discount of 10 per cent is given Wellesley students on individual orders. Special net rates for crew or team orders.
Photographer to the Class of '97
Nos. 74 and 88 Boylston Street,
THISTLE EDITION OF STEVENSON.
400 SETS SUBSCRIBED FOR AT HARVARD.
The elegant Sabine Edition of Eugene Field; Houghton,
Mifflin & Co.'s beautiful editions of the American authors,
Lowell, Hawthorne, Emerson, Holmes, Whittier and Long-
fellow, superbly illustrated with 375 steel engravings and
original etchings, on Japan paper, by far the best, and the only
illustrated editions published.
ALL the Standard Editions of Dickens, Thackeray, Bulwer,
Dumas, Waverly, Eliot, Victor Hugo, and other authors, in
select bindings. All the Standard Dictionaries and Encyclo-
pedias. The complete set delivered at once, and payments at the
rate of $1 or $2 per month, will be satisfactory.
Prices charged are guaranteed to be the lowest cash
Care of Wellesley /lagazlne.
Rooms 1, 2 and 3
218 Boylston Street
J. D. McKENNEY
EVENING AND DINNER GOWNS
Tailor-made Costumes and
No. 344 Boylston Street
Royal Worcester Corsets, $1.00, $1.25,
$1.50, and upwards.
French Corsets, $1.50, $2.00, $2.25, and
Glove Fitting Corsets, 75 cts., $1.00, $1.25,
$1.50, and upwards.
R. & Q. Corsets, 75 cts., $1.00, $1.25, and
Ferris Good Sense Waists, 75 cts., $1.00,
$1.25, and upwards.
Jackson Waists, $1.25, $1.50.
Equipoise Waists, $1.75, $2.00, $2.25, and
Examine our Pongee Silk Corset. Whale-
ISAAC D. ALLEN & COMPANY,
Next to Chandler & Company.
No. 21 Winter Street, Boston.
MISS V. A. MILLS
Private Corset Parlors
Corsets and Bustles Made to Order
Bigelow & Kennard Building,
Nos. o and 10
NO. 12 WEST STREET, BOSTON
E. IV. Hodgson & Company,
Eyes scientifically tested, $1.00.
Glasses (rimless if desired), $1.50 ; Gold, $3.30,
and upward. Astigmatic Lenses, $1.00 additional.
Prescriptions filled at these prices. Ophthalmic opti-
cians only in attendance.
Best Watch Work and Watches in the city. Mr.
Hodgson recently head watchmaker for Messrs.
Bigelow, Kennard & Co. (6 years with them), 4
years with The Shreve, Crump & Low Co.
Special prices to Students on Watchwork.
7 Temflc Place, Room 44., Boston.
TEACHER of MODERN BANJO
Reasonable Rates . . . Special Terms by
the Quarter ; Lessons given Day or Evening.
jfAgent for J. F. Luscomb's Latest Banjos,/*
Noted for their . . .
Brilliancy of Tone and Finish.
172 Tremont Street, Room 36,
Dr. Charles H. Veo
(D.M.D., Harvard University)
Dr. Louis N. Veo
(D.M.D., Harvard University)
Crown and Bridge = Work
Lady Assistant always in Attendance
Hotel Pelham, 74 Boylston Street
CAROLINE A. FINNERAN.
486 BoVlSTOJV ST.
Opposite M. I. Technology.
To Students of Wellesley 10 per cent discount.
TF you will try Mrs. Dr. J. E. Bishop's
you will be relieved of headaches caused
by loss of sleep, overwork, or nervous-
Mrs. Dr. J. E. Bishop,
Hotel Pelham, 74 Boylston Street, Boston.
COPELAND AND DAY.
Penhallovv Tales, by Edith Robinson, with cover
design by C. B. Murphy. Cloth, octavo, $1.25.
The title of Miss Robinson's book is taken from the opening
story, which it will be remembered created no little attention
sometime ago when it appeared in The Century.
More Songs from Vagabondia, by Bliss Carman
and Richard Hovey, with new designs by T. B.
Meteyard. Paper, boards, $1.00.
Companion volume to " Songs from Vagabondia," now in
its third edition.
No. 69 Cornhill, Boston.
BOSTON aiaci T_ii - v\E:E=t.:F 3 ooT_i.
These Steamers are appointed to sail from BOSTON
These new and immense steamships are the largest vessels
sailing from Boston, and have a limited number of staterooms
for first cabin passengers at very moderate rates. No steerage
The staterooms are large and roomy, and are located on
the top of Bridge Deck, thus insuring the best of ventilation.
WINTER RATES, $45 and $50; Excursion, $85 and $95.
The Adams Cable Codex. The most complete cipher code
issued for circulation among travellers.
For passage, cabin plans, etc., apply to
F. O. HOUGHTON & CO.,
General Passenger Agents,
115 State Street, cor. Broad Street, . . . BOSTON.
COTRELL & LEONARD,
ALBANY, NEW YORK,
CAPS ^ GOWNS
9^j«V Illustrated Catalogue and Particulars on Application**,^.*
^" Temple Place, Boston.
Shreve, Crump I Low Go.
\Ki TREMONT STREET, CORNER OF WEST.
Pine Stationery. Card Engraving.
Programs and Invitations, both printed and
engraved. Class Day Programs a specialty.
Class Pins designed and manufactured to
Parasols and Umbrellas made to order, re-
covered and repaired.
FINEST ROADBED ON THE CONTINENT.
. .ONLY. .
First Glass TDrougn Car
TO THE WEST.
Through Trains Leave Boston as follows : —
8.30 a. m. (except Sunday) Day Express.
IO.30 a. m. (daily) Chicago Special.
2.00 p. m. (daily) North Shore Limited.
3.00 p. m. (except Sunday) St. Louis and
7.1 5 p. m. (daily) Pacific Express.
. . FOR . .
Hartford, New Havens New York.
ABBITE NEW TOBK.
9.00 a. m. (except Sunday) 3.30 p. m.
11.00 a. m. (except Sunday) 5.28 p. m.
12.00 m. (except Sunday) 5-32 p. m.
4.00 p. m. (daily) 10.00 p. m.
(New Equipment built by the Pullman Co.)
1 1 .00 p. m. (daily) 6.41 a. m.
For tickets, information, time-tables, etc., apply
to nearest ticket agent.
A. S. HANSON,
General Passenger Ag ent .
The attention of students is called to our
new Carbonettes. These are photographic
reproductions in brown tone, closely imita-
ting imported Carbons, but at our usual
prices. We have added also a new line of
picture frames especially adapted for students'
rooms, giving artistic effects at very reasona-
Soule Photograph Co.,
338 Washington Street, Boston.
Wright & Ditson.
new England's leading athletic outfitters.
Every Requisite for . . .
Athletic Sports and Pastimes
Golf, Tennis, basket ball,
Gymnasium, Fencing and Outing Uniforms
of every description.
Prompt and careful attention given to mail orders.
Wright & Ditson,
No. 344 Washington Street, Boston, Mass
The Dana Hall School,
Pupils are prepared for regular or for special courses at
Price for Board and Tuition, $500 for the school year ;
Tuition for day pupils, $125.
For further information address the Principals :
Julia A. Eastman,
Sarah P. Eastman.
. . AND . .
C W. PERRY, Sole Agent,
perrg's Drug Store.
Fine Stationery and Engraving House
1121 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia.
COATS OF ARMS
Heraldry and Genealogy a Specialty.
Coats of Arms Painted for Framing.
oman's Medical College of the
New York Infirmary for Women and Children.
AESSION '96-97 opens October 1, 1896. Four years, Graded Course.
^""^ Instruction by Lectures, Clinics, Recitations and practical work, under
supervision in Laboratories, and Dispensary of College, and in New York
Infirmary. Clinics and operations in most of the City Hospitals and Dis-
pensaries open to Women Students. For Catalogues, etc., address
321 East Fifteenth Street,
EMILY BLACKWELL, M. D.
N. C. WHITAKER & CO.,
Fine Tortoise Shell Goods.
Salesroom, 7 TEMPLE PLACE.
Factory, 363 Washington St., BOSTON.
Special discount to Wellesley Students.
JOSEPH E. DeWITT,
Stationer and Picture Dealer.
Special attention given to Framing
Pictures at reasonable prices. j*j*j*
It is of easy access by the Electric Cars.
No. 2 Jlain Street, Natick, flass.
H. W. DOWNS COMPANY
Trimmed and Untrimmed Hats.
Bicycle and Walking Hats a Specialty.
Our Dress-lining Department is the
largest in the city. Jt «£* <£ <g <£ Jt
Special prices to Wellesley Students.
H. W. DOWNS COMPANY,
No. 143 TREMONT STREET,
WALNUT HILL 3GH00L.
For circular address the Principals,
MISS CHARLOTTE H. CONANT, B.A.
MISS FLORENCE BIGELOW, M.A.
Established 1843. Incorporated 1895.
Largest Stock and Lowest
Drawing Materials and Picture Frames
OF ALL KINDS AT
FROST & ADAMS CO.,
Importers and Wholesale Dealers,
37 CORNHILL, BOSTON.
' Special Rates to Colleges."
New Illustrated Catalogue Free.
IN THE EQUIPMENT OF A STUDENT'S ROOM,
It is generally conceded that a stringed instrument
is almost an absolute necessity. To secure the
greatest enjoyment from the purchase get the best
your money will afford. Expert judgment
pronounces the "Bay State" instruments
the finest in the world. An excellent instru-
ment is the
BAY STATE $10.00 BANJO.
We have in stock cheaper banjos than this,
but for a substantial, serviceable instrument
at a low price, no other instrument manufac-
tured can compare with it. Send for illus-
JOHN C. HAYNES & CO.,
453-463 Washington Street, Boston.
JOHN W. SANBORN I CO.,
LENSES GROUND & PRESCRIPTIONS FILLED
FULL LINE of Hand Cameras and
Prints Made and Mounted<^=^<^
Wellesley Graduates are always in demand.
William F. Jarvis, Manager.
Send for registration blanks and circulars
3 SOMERSET STREET, BOSTON.
A Large Variety in the Latest Styles.
Fancy Goods, Novelties, Picture Frames,
Bicycles, etc., etc.
FAIRBANKS & SON,
16 main Street, Piatick, Mass,
PRI NTI NG^t^ &&&J.J.&J.
First-CIass Work. Prompt Service.
Class and Society Printing; a Specialty.
We Guarantee Satisfaction.
"The Bulletin Press,"
18 main Street, ISaticU, mass.
JLvlCl CjrlOVeS 5 Hosiery, Underwear and Ribbons, Embroidery
Silks, Stamped Linens, Denims, Art Muslins, and Cretonnes.^*****
J. B. Leamy, Natick, Mass.
lO per cent discount to all
Professors and Students of
Artists'. . .
Drafting Instruments. Art Studies and Books.
Oil and Water Colors, Crayons, Materials
For Tapestry, Painting, etc.
Wadsworth, Maud I Co., » 82 and 84 Washington Si., Boston.
Branch Store in the Grundmann Studios, Clarendon Street, near St. James Avenue. Principal Factories, Maiden,
Mass., and South Paris, Maine.
Also the most reasonable in price.
OUR BAR-SPRING EYEGLASS.
ACCURATE PRESCRIPTION WORK OUR SPECIALTY.
PINKHHM St SMITH,
288 B0YL3T0N STREET, »Si?S&* BOSTON, MASS.
New York Medical College and Hospital for Women.
New York City, 213 West 54th St.
THE FIRST HOMEOPATHIC MEDICAL COLLEGE FOR
WOMEN IN THE WORLD.
Thirty-fourth Annual Course of Lectures began October 2, 1896.
Curriculum includes a Four Years' Graded Course of Study,
happily interspersing Didactic and Clinical Lectures, to-
gether with Practical Anatomy, Chemical and Histo-
logical Laboratory Work, so as to give the broadest
cultivation with the least possible fatigue to the
students. Everything promised in the An-
nouncement rigidly adhered to.
J. de la M. LOZIER, M.D., Sci.D., Dean,
135 West 34th St., New York City.
For information, address
M. BELLE BROWN, M.D., Sec'y,
135 West 34th Street, New York City.
Evangeline Hathaway, 'go, is organizing a private party
for the summer of '97. An experienced conductor will accom-
pany the party. Address her at 11 Beacon Street, Boston.
Cart) ant) party Engraving
Special ^Discount to TSflellealeg Stuoenta
Imperil your health by going
without your luncheon when
you can find such dainty, pal-
atable, and nutritious food for
moderate prices, at^^JtJi'Jijt
Boors Lames' Lund,
IN THE MIDST OF THE SHOP-
All orders for articles per-
taining to dinners or desserts
and for the service of parties
will be carefully executed,^*
BIGELOW & JORDAN
Importers "' r—
, D „ e d" 8 ra °. e ;:„„i Artistic Picture frames
28 Summer Street
43 Bromfield Street
Before deciding about going to
Europe tills Summer
. . . CONSULT . . .
CAROLINE B. MORSE, '84,
7 rionument Avenue,
at moderate. c&vC
Carriage .enftma IO&l2(3*dJWtl6fc
YOUNG LADIES' SUITS A SPECIALTY.
Discounts to Students and Teachers of
At price of I^OW GRADE elsewhere.
THIS COUPON 1S G00D F0R $25.00
TOWARD PURCHASE OF ANY OF ABOVE INSTRUMENTS, IF CUT
OUT AND PRESENTED AT OUR WAREROOMS BEFORE APRIL 1, 1897.
FRAN T.*„ SHAW ' B0YLST0N PIANO CO., 160 Boyiston st.
For women and positive style. That's what we studied
for. That's what we have. Not a toe crowded. Noth-
ing to pinch or hurt.
TheH. H. "TuttleShoe"
is made on men's lasts. Has that graceful outside
swing that gives the little toe breathing room. Double-
soled calf for those who want heavy shoes. Lighter
grades for others. $4 to $8 is the price. Discount to
Students and Faculty.
H. H. TUTTLE & CO.,
Washington St., cor. Winter Street.
The Fisk Teachers' Agencies.
4 Ashburton Place, Boston, Mass.
70 Fifth Avenue, New York City, N. Y.
1342 Twelfth Street, Washington, D. C.
355 Wabash Avenue, Chicago, 111.
25 King Street, West Toronto, Canada.
420 Century Building, Minneapolis, Minn.
107 Keith & Perry Building, Kansas City, Mo.
72S Cooper Building, Denver, Col.
525 Stimson Block, Los Angeles, Cal.
Photographs in all colors by the Carbon Process.
Enlarged or reduced copies of Paintings, Engrav-
nigs, etc. These photographs are absolutely per-
manent, and of the greatest artistic merit.
THE SEPIA STUDIO,
Bfo. 145-A Tremont Street, Boston, Mass.
T. Irvin Chapman.
Joel Goldthwait & Company,
Oriental Carpets and Rugs. Axminsters, 'Wilton and
We are now ready to show the finest line we ever opened in
Foreign and Domestic Carpets.
All new in style, and adapted to the present furnishing
Our own special patterns. Our open stock is full at prices lower than ever.
Joel Goldthwait & Company,
163 to 169 Washington Street, Boston, Mass.
In every department of our store we allow Wellesley Professors and
Students a discount, generally 10 per cent. "^"V
We deliver all goods free of express charges at Wellesley College and Dana Hall. ^^
During the year you will notice many attractive goods which your friends
would be glad to see. We shall be glad to send samples at your request.
at home x sjl\
Dress Goods, Hosiery, Neckwear, Millinery, j^
Underwear and Art Embroideries
are perhaps some of the departments most interesting to students, but the discount
to eveiy department.
R. H. STEARNS & CO.
Tremont Street and Temple Place, - - BOSTON, MASS.
<U ei 3
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GEO. A. PLUMMER & CO.
Ladies' and Children's
Specialty Garment House.
Young Ladies' Coats, Suits,
Wraps, Fur Capes, Rain-proof
Garments, Silk Petticoats,
and Tea Gowns.
The Latest Paris and Berlin Novelties
Always in Stock at
Moderate Prices. . .
531 and 533 Washington Street, Boston
Next door to Boston Theatre.
Frank Wood, Printer, Boston.